#tommy conlon fic

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Something Is Always Better Than Nothing | 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: "Shit, it’s cold"

summary: a late night visit in a dire situation forces Tommy to withhold his own anger for a while.

tws: swearing, vague/brief mentions of violence

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Tommy welcomed you into his flat with not quite open arms, wondering mostly what the fuck was going on that you were banging on his door in the middle of the night and wearing your pyjamas; he didn't think much about the suitcases you had, or the fact that you looked so fucking exhausted and miserable.

He didn't think about any of that, not even when he got you to sit at his breakfast bar and drinking a coffee. He could see you visibly shivering, and guessed that it had something to do with the fact that you were wearing pyjamas in the middle of the night during September.

He shrugged it off.

"Shit, it's cold," your teeth chattered as you desperately tried to warm yourself, rubbing your biceps with a slight vigour in a vain attempt to warm up. "Are you not cold?"

Tommy shrugged, leaning on the breakfast bar opposite you; bent over slightly, his vest rode up to reveal that he had been wearing Batman themed boxers. Usually you laughed at that. But you were so cold and tired and stressed that you just didn't think about it.

But Tommy looked at you closely, studying you for a moment; something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He knew that you would tell him when you felt ready, so he felt no need to pressure you by asking for any information. You just took a swig from your coffee and exhaled harshly when it burned the roof of your mouth slightly, making him laugh.

But even still, something told Tommy that there was more to it than you were letting on. You seemed stressed beyond belief, wringing your hands together, trying to hold down bile-laced burps, trembling hands and jumping when he accidentally knocked his knee into the cupboard.

You knew he would never hurt you, so why did you flinch?

He sighed, licking his lips as he dared to furrow his brows and clear his throat. "You wanna tell me what happened?"

You shook your head. "Tom, please… I've got nowhere else to go and-"

"You can stay," he said, shaking his head. "Of course you can stay. We're partners… and it means I don't have to ask you to move in."

"Thank you," you breathed out, some of the tension dropping from your shoulders. "Really. Thank you."

Tommy shook his head again, chewing at the inside of his lip and gently pulling some of the flesh away as he swallowed thickly, audibly gulping. "I don't know why, but I can see you're scared… you're safe with me."

You glared at him for a moment; he had seen that glare so many times. Deer who had been hit by cars being put out of their misery and knowing what's about to happen. Sheep about to face the butcher's knife. Tommy had seen that fearful, wide eyed glare before.

He didn't want to know why you looked at him like that; he knew if he did, he would end up storming out and making sure that the person who caused it paid ten times over.

He knew that look, and he hated to think that it was you who was wearing it. He clenched his jaw tightly, biting back the urge to say what he really wanted to - the urge to promise you that he would sort it, he would make sure no one ever scared you like that again.

He narrowed his eyes a little.

"You hungry?"

You nodded. "A little…"

"I haven't got much," he started, hoping he didn't sound as angry as he was, "mostly soup, Mac and cheese, canned stuff. Eggs. Cheese… I can make you an omelette?"

You nodded again, daring to smile weakly. "That'd be great… just cheese, though, please."

Tommy hummed as he smiled. "Yeah, sure… two or three eggs?"

"Just two," you said quietly. "I'm not… my appetite doesn't really exist at the moment… long day, too much shit."

"Yeah," he breathed out, clearing his throat. "Yeah, that's fine, baby. Don't worry."

Tommy wished, more than anything, that he could change things. That he could make you feel safe and secure with him, but he knew that some shadow was haunting you and was preventing you from being able to see that properly, shrouding your eyes; it wasn't right.

You and Tommy had been together for years, ever since your last day of secondary school together, it wasn't right that some evil bastard had made you feel unsafe even when you were with him. He really fucking hated whoever did it, although guessing from your demeanor and your appearance, he could guess who it was.

He silently promised himself that if he saw them when he was out, he would make sure that they never hurt you again. Never. He would make sure of it.

It wasn't right that some bastard had made you feel like that, even he knew; Tommy was far from the best partner, he fucked up a lot and he made a lot of mistakes - but he never hurt you… except the one time he accidentally kicked you out of the bed when you had been staying the night. He never hurt you intentionally.

He never raised his voice at you, never withdrew his affection, never turned you away except for the time he had the flu and didn't want to kiss you for fear that you would get it, too. He would never. Tommy loved you, and you loved him just as much. He couldn't believe that someone had been allowed to hurt you and no one had done anything about it.

But, his main focus for the night was you - he cracked the eggs in the pan, starting to cook them, and he smiled as he looked at you. Sound asleep on the breakfast bar. Tommy would wake you when the food was cooked, but for now, he could at least take some comfort in knowing that you felt safe enough to fall asleep.

That was something, and something was always better than nothing.

[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy filming warrior (2011)

[wandawiccan60]

Tommy Conlon Masterlist- Renewed

One-Shots List

• You Deserve Better- A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

[ron99hardy]

- Wading -

I watched Tommy shove a piece of cake off my plate into his mouth, while I sipped on my tea, eyeing him over the rim of the mug.

,,You sure you cant finish this?’’

,,Yeah, go ahead.’‘ I assured, slowly pushing the half eaten plate towards him. ,,You look like you haven’t eaten in a while.’‘

,,I’m on a diet actually.’‘

I didn’t need to ask further for what he restricted his food for. From the past knowledge I understood it was for nothing, but a fight. I couldn’t help more than let out a sigh after realisation.

His eyes quickly flicked to mine, before dropping back down to his food.

,,What?’‘

,,Nothing.’‘

My chest started to form a heavy feeling I couldnt resist. The thought of him in an octagon didn’t leave a pleasant apprehension in the pit of my stomach, but I wouldn’t try to interfere. I couldnt.

From the first time I saw Tommy again, I could sense that no one could control what he does. He would sprint head first into a brick wall if that’s what he wanted to do. It wasn’t my place after all these years to enlighten him of what is right or wrong.

,,Are you okay?’‘ His voice was low, nevertheless the warmth was to be sensed. His gaze layed on mine, watching my face for any warning.

,,Yeah,’‘ I fidged the loose strands of my hair behind my ears. ,,I’m good.’‘ The smile didnt reach my ears completely.

I dropped the view I had of him just for a second, only to find his now grown piercing stare riveted on me. But it wasn’t my face that had his attention, it was the 22 carat that snug around my finger.

I felt insecure and exposed and because of that I rushed my hand from the strands down to my lap. The action prompted his eyes to move up to mine and I grew even more uncomfortable.

I could see the last bite he took forcefully make it’s way down his throat.

,,Nice ring.’‘ He kissed his teeth, pulling away his eyes from my puzzled ones.

The way the fork rushed down the empty plate stung my ears and send a wake up call through the diner.

Eyes from nearby tables landed on us, however I couldn’t move my view away from him.

His tongue poked the insides of his mouth, while a tiny smirk formed in the corner of his lips.

,,Of course she would.” He spoke to himself.

Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, it shot up quickly and dimmed as silence followed when he decided to gift me his side profile. 

Stillness was glued between us and I found myself wondering what he was thinking. He was way too quiet and him being quiet only meant that he was being analytical.

His jaw locked and flexed while his eyes tried to fixate a spot in the room.

,,I wanted to tell you.”

,,When?’‘ His question was rushed.

,,I got to see you just yesterday Tommy, do you think I would have jumped you and shoved you this in your face to tell you about it?’‘ My finger pointed to what should have brought me the biggest happiness one ever felt, but it didn’t.

,,You didn’t wear it yesterday.’‘ His arms folded on the table, peering at me through heavy eyelids. ,,A coincidence?’‘

,,You know I dont like jewelery.’‘ I kept my answer sparse. I knew what he was on about. He thought I would hide my bond from him, what somewhat is true to a degree. I didn’t want to surprise him with the news after our reunion. It wasnt my plan on stealing the light from him, with an event I knew he wasn’t okay with.

,,Since when?’‘

,,4 months.’‘ I answered meekly.

,,4 months and you didn’t dare writing me about it?’‘

,,No I didn’t.‘’ I nearly hissed. ,,It was so rare of you to write me back or get you on the phone. I didn’t want to irk your world with stages of my life.’‘

,,Are you serious? You getting married is ‘just’ a stage of your life for you?’‘

His question revealed more of myself than I wanted him to know.

,,Not married,’‘ I corrected him, fidgeting the ring on my finger. ,,I’m only engaged.’‘

He shifted in his seat but the movement was super stiff. ,,Yeah, makes it any better.’‘ 

I knew he was wound tight and unbidden and I wanted to do everything in my power to ease the tension. However, I was the cause and there was no way possible that I could fix a problem when I was the problem.

,,With who?’‘

The eagerness to know flickerd in his eyes, but at the same time how relaxed he looked didn’t give me any comfort. Tommy wasn’t to be underastimated when mellow.

,,Dave,’‘ I halted. ,, Dave Ivanick.” His name burning a displeased sensation in my mouth.

,,Do I know him?’‘

,,No.’‘

,,And what does Dave do?’‘ His face twisted.

,,Please Tommy, I think -’’

,,No,’’ He snapped only for me to hear. ,,I want to know.’’ 

I left the breath out that got held captive in my lungs. ,,He is a lawyer.’‘

,,A lawyer, okay.’‘ He slumped back on the seat and pressed his lips together. ,,Are you happy?’‘

I blinked, digesting his question.

,,Yeah, I am.’‘

My confession was only a lie because I was far away from being content with my life and didn’t want to declare my misery to him.

I saw him scrutinizing if I was deceptive. It made me uneasy. I hated how easily he saw through me and I was left to question how after all these years he still was able to read my being. 

No matter how hard I tried to form my words into creating a fake image around my condition, he could smell my bullshit from miles away like a freaking dog on patrol.

,,Does your Dad like him?’‘ Tommy’s voice startled my thoughts.

,,No.’‘

My Dad’s opinion on Dave enlightend my memory. ,,He is too ‘formal’ for him and not valorous.” I couldnt help smirking and rolled my eyes.

,,Yeah, you’re Dad is a rough dude, he doesn’t like just anybody.” He grinned, freeing the tension we were pinned under mere seconds ago.

,,Can you believe, we’re so grown that we talk about stuff like this now T?’‘ My eyelids flickered calmly as nostalgia hit me. ,,I can’t believe we’re so old now.’‘

,,You’re not old.’‘ His voice was full of confidence. ,,You still look great.’‘

I looked at him wide-eyed as my cheeks warmed. ,,Thank you. You look great yourself.’’ My compliment caused his lips to twitch into a grin that didn’t unfold into full potential.

,,But look,’‘ I pointed at my forehead. ,,you can already make out wrinkles.’‘ I wiggeled my eyebrows.

My belly flustered butterflies through my being when he offered me the biggest smile. Seeing grown up Tommy beam left me speechless and almost pacing my hand down my bag to grap my phone to perpetuate the moment forever.

I observed him incessantly, until his throat left a shaky cough, pressuring him to break the secret conversation our eyes held, only we were able to understand.

,,Why can’t you look at me Tommy?’‘

He shrugged. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the pool of green and blue again.

,,Look, I’m sorry. I know I should have told you.’‘ I stated.

My apologize didn’t reach his ears, as he made no attempt at looking at me again, so I repeated.

For some reason it took me some time to grasp that something different cought his attention and he wasn’t just staring into the distance.

Following his glare, my eyes zeroed on the door in the very back of the diner.

My eyes latching on to a person I knew all too well.

As though he sensed my stare, he looked between me and Tommy. His eyes instantly locked with mine when he was finally able to identify. 

I watched as his face morphed from confusion into joy.

Anxiety that I thought vaporized into nothingness was now coming back at full force, racing my heart uncomfortably.

I wanted nothing more than to morph into the depth of my seat, when Dave wandered towards our table.

His smile illuminated against the dim lights of the diner. It was rare to see someone so well dressed like him in an obsolescent place like this. The contrast therefore between delightful and depraved seemed comical.

,,Hey, baby.”

His hand graced my back and I couldn’t help but stiffen up at his touch.

Dave placed a quick pack on top of my head and while it should take me to the moon, it made me want to jump out of this place.

The tension was so thick. My eyes were busy dancing between both of them.

Tommy was staring curiously up at Dave, while Dave on the other hand was smiling gleefully down at me.

,,Who’s this?’‘ Dave’s brows furrowed in confusion.

My throat grew a lump I almost couldn’t swallow past.

,,Dave, this is Tommy,’’ I pointed at him, avoiding his glance. ,,and Tommy, this is Dave, my fiance.’‘

Speaking it out felt like poison being poured down my throat.

I couldn’t resist the heat any longer my cheeks felt. My past love was burning holes into my profile I was sure would never heal.

To my surprise, Tommy held out his hand first. ,,Nice to meet you Dave.’‘

The smile that formed on Tommy’s face was fake, but not fake enough for other people to recognize how much of an actor he could be.

,,Nice to meet you too Tommy.’‘ Dave’s voice was so innocent, it nearly drove me to the edge.

I cleared my throat as they both shook hands, landing four well known eyes on me.

,,Wait, so you are the ‘childhood friend Tommy’?’‘

I wanted to tell Dave that he was way more than that but bit my tongue.

,,Yeah, yeah I’m that friend.’‘ Tommy looked at me before heaving his glinted eyes back to Dave.

,,She doesn’t tell me much about you, but when she does I’m always eager to listen.’‘

,,Well, what did she tell you about me?’‘ Tommy quizzed, forcing me to lock eyes with him.

,,That would push your ego way too high.’‘ They both let out a laugh and I cringed.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

My past colliding with my future made me sweat so much, I was sure a stream of moisture would fall if I lifted my shirt.

,,Why did you come here Dave?’‘ I stood. ,,I thought you had work?’‘

,,I got off early. I thought I might pick you up, so I called your Dad and he told me you were here.’‘

I know he could feel the distress I was in when his eyes went back and forth between a silent Tommy and me. ,,Why? Is there a problem?’‘

,,No!’’ I screeched, startling not only myself but my fiance as well. ,,No.” I repeated.

My pulse must have been at 200 and I ran my hands over my head, in hopes of cooling my features.

,,I’ll wait for you in the car.’’ Dave’s eyes watched me closely, before getting a last glimpse of Tommy. ,,Was nice meeting you Tommy.’’

,,Yup, you too.’‘ His voice appeared behind me.

With Dave out of sight, I finally released my tensed shoulders, letting air expand through my lungs.

,,You look pale.’‘

Frustrated, I turned towards Tommy and sighed. ,,Hey, look at me.’‘

His demand made me look at him immediatley. ,,Relax.’‘

 The way his face lit up to bring my being some sense of comfort just wanted me to kneel down to the floor and sob for enternity.

,,I’m sorry.’‘ My soul declared unconsciously.

,,For what? That I got to meet your man? Come on.’‘ Yeah my man. ,,I would have met him sooner or later anyway.’’

,,No.’‘ I sniffed.

,,No?’‘ He chuckled and I was able to see the twist of his front tooth I used to make fun of when we were younger.

He watched me for a while before opening his mouth again. ,,I know this was a lot for you now, but you shouldn’t worry. Everything is alright.’‘

,,You’re not mad at me?”

,,No, I am. I wish you would have told me earlier, but it is what it is.”

,,I’m really sorry T. I just-“

,,It’s okay.”

I couldn’t believe that he finally spoke in whole sentences, instead of giving me short responses. The only problem is that they told me to ease my heart, because of the way my old best friend got to meet my freaking fiance, when this topic shouldn’t have been present between us until I decided to.

Tommy knowing about my relationship, smashed the little girls heart inside me that only had eyes for him. It let me know that this was all in the past. It would forever nestle in the back of my memory and fall into dust and I had to approach a life that didn’t involve him, at least not in the way I always wanted to.

He got up his seat.

,,Keep your head high.” His rough finger nudged my chin up ever so slighty, not making it able for me to reminisce in it’s familarity. 

I was embarressed of the way my agony unblossomed.

,,I’ll see you around, Tommy.’‘

I turned my back on him to walk away from this misery, but was halted instead by a grip around my wrist.

He took a step closer towards me, allowing me to peer up at him. His face was traced away from all sensibility, but I saw in his eyes how much worry stung his emotions.

,,Take care of yourself.”

,,Yeah,” I mumbled. ,,you too.”

The pressure framing my wrist, turned into sweet caresses as his thumb went up and down my radius bone. It was the first time after internity feeling his touch. It made the hairs in the back of my neck stand up and electricity rush through my veins.

,,Alright. You should go,” He exhaled. ,,or else he will eat me up.’‘ He nodged his chin towards the outside where Dave was seated in his car, watching our every motion.

A chuckle escaped me at the thought of his statement. If anyone ate anyone up, it was most defintely Tommy eating Dave and he would not leave a single crumb. No discussion.

I smiled half heartedly and nodded, leaving him where he stood.

I turned around one last time to have full on view of his being. Behind his intimidating form there was this gentle beast that only I knew. I had the privilege to know it and I loved every second of it.

Since my childhood I savoured being in his presence. He made me feel protected and cared for and even grown up he left me in awe. I loved when he did the most simplest things such as deciding to pour his heart out and stating his opinion on topics.

I tried to understand him when nobody listend and was even accepting enough of when all I could hear was his sweet breath when he fell asleep on the phone.

Tommy was my safe space. I felt real when I was near him. Understood and not alone. He filled a void and that’s all I ever craved. Him being here again after all those years I couldn’t see him, reminded me of how much my eyes missed him.

Yes, we talked whenever he was free in the military, but seeing him in person again brought the little girl inside me back to surface. I was with the love I buried so deeply again. But I wasn’t really with him.

Fate had other plans, and made me cross paths with someone who was able to marry my human form, but not my soul.

My soul belonged to someone else who is held captive by his own past and demons. This, I accepted and tried to move on. Unfortunately, my heart couldn’t.

I knew Tommy loved me, though I never dared to make the attempt to find out how much.

A blind person could see with how much adoration he looked at me. But he never made the move and I didn’t dare declaring my feelings of fear of being rejected.

So I was left with imaginations of what could have been.

Sighing in relief I plundged into the passenger seat. My nerves got the best of me. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was still uneven. I inhaled and exhaled slowly before glancing over at a silent Dave.

,,I like him.”

,,Hm?’‘

,,Tommy, he looks like a good guy.’‘ He ceased his leering from the diner.

I didn’t know what to say. Tommy didn’t look like a ‘good’ guy until you got to know him. In fact his appearance was oozing menace, but I was glad to know that someone looked past that and saw that he was pure, even if it was Dave.

,,Yeah.’’ I shrugged him off and turned facing towards the direction that send tingles down my spine.

Tommy was watching us. Not watching, freaking piercing us with his glare.

He offered a small smile I know was only designed for me.

The way it faded when he saw my face forcefully pushed against another one stopped the drumming within my chest.

Dave’s lips eagerly traced mine in hopes of a heated kiss, while I couldn’t latch my eyes off of an exasperated, woeful Tommy.

,,Stop Dave!” I squealed.

It brought me to tears how he kept watching us. Under the wall of moisture rising in my eyes, I could make out how his face morphed into disgust.

In the inside I was screaming, and my eyes saw red. How dare he? What has gotten into him to do this to me?

My cheeks by now were drenched in tears while Dave’s hands traced over my whole body, placing his lips on every spot possible on my neck and back on my lips.

I wanted to die and I was sure I would if my breath kept being cut off.

When Dave tried to lure his tongue inside my mouth I couldn’t help myself anymore.

,,Dave fucking stop!”. I yelled when I gained strength strong enough to shove him off.

My immediate reaction was to connect my hand with his cheek.

The noise echoed throughout the car and the only sounds of our breathless bodies were welcomed next.

My hand gained a pulse by itself and the throb was stinging my hand blood red.

My head was shutting off. This couldn’t be real, my reality. The handprint left on his cheek reminded me that this was in fact very real. This was my reality.

The gaze in Dave’s eyes scared me, it was so dark I was sure it was going to devour me. I have never seen him like this.

,,What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed. ,,What the fuck are doing Dave? I repeated. ,,Fuck you!”

He suddenly looked perplexed himself. He has never been so aggressive in being in contact with me.

But it didn’t matter any more.

When I looked back to search for Tommy, he vanished. There was no trace of him left and I didn’t know if I was able to be part of his presence ever again, or if my accident was the cause for a long denouement.

~

As good as it gets, I’ll have more regret, you’re something I cannot miss

[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.

[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

[wandawiccan60]

Part 5: Feral Love

Tommy Conlon X Belinda(FemOC)

A/N: Hey everyone and happy late weekend I am back with another new chapter on my other stories I have finally come back to continuing writing. I hope you all enjoy this new part I know it has been a very long pause in this story I was thinking about these last few days and I decided to come back to this story that I also have to give some attention and love. But as always guys thank you for reading my stories please comment, reblog, and follow for more Tom Hardy stories. And as always I appreciate the follows and likes you guys rock and I can't wait to continue writing these stories for you guys to read and enjoy. As always thank you for reading and Enjoy see you in the next post. See Ya!!!

Word Count: 3,276

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Mentions of Abandonment, Some Cussing, Father Issues(Belinda not having a dad figure), Masterbation, & Some Fluff

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Wednesday

“So how are you and this young man been doing, honey? Any special sparkle going on between you two?” Margarete jokingly said with a smirky face and arched eyebrow towards her daughter Belinda just rolled her eyes in annoyance with a smile on her face.

“Mama, we have only known each other for a few days and you expect me to fall head over heels for Tommy already? Didn’t you use to say before that getting to know someone takes time until you are sure he is the right one? But no Ma we are only friends ok? Hehe, but he is well… he is a nice boy to be fair,” Belinda said folding her lips together and trying her best to focus on the road ahead of her thinking about the night she kissed Tommy’s cheek.

Belinda never acted this way before, since she had never once in her life would catch feelings for someone this fast. In her teenage years, she never thought of boys and dating, mostly at least. She instead focused on her studies to become a singer and musician, hang out with her friends after school, take care of her mother, and get the college degree that she knows would make her mama proud. Accomplishing a goal that Belinda has worked long and hard for and making it a dream come true. But there were times and moments when she would stay up late at night in bed. Wishing for a supportive and loving partner to hug, talk about anything while the world kept moving, and just share a life together. Belinda never had luck with any guy when she was in high school, especially the “normal” guys. Seeing how they would only look from the outside, then really see how she is on the inside personality-wise. But now that Tommy had come into her life and being around him made her feel a sense of hope that maybe he could be the one she had been waiting for. Only time would tell how things progress between Belinda and Tommy. She would rather wait and see if he is that “special sparkle,” as her mother says. In the distance, up ahead, there stood a dirty gray factory with long pipe-like chimneys with smoke coming out of them. Belinda then slowly pulled up next to the sidewalk, putting the car in park next to the side doors of the factory.

“Well, all I want to say is whatever this young boy is, I just hope he treats you respectfully. And I pray he could be possibly the “love of your life” you have been waiting for,” her mother said. Belinda just let out a small chuckle, knowing full well her mother was just messing around.

“Ma, can you quit it hehe it’s not like he is going to take me away to a faraway place and live happily ever after. I told you he is just a friend, and that is all, and believe me, he is the best friend I have ever talked to in a long time. Besides Morticia and everyone, you know already.”

“Very well then, but again if he ever treats you unkindly he has to deal with me and you know how my mama bear side could act out,” Margarete said making bear claw hands while letting out a “grrr,” sound which Belinda laughed out loud.

“Mama, please stop. It is already your going to run late for work already before your asshole boss yells at you or something. But I’ll see you later and please let me know when you get dropped off by Jack later on, ok? I love you, Ma,” Belinda said as both mother and daughter exchanged kisses on the cheeks as Margarete made her way out of the car. 

She walked her way towards the sidewalk and before going for the door, Margarete then called out to her daughter.

“And also, honey, have fun at the gym with this boy and try kicking some butt too, yea?” she said with a wink and side smile towards Belinda, which she just smiled and nodded her head.

“Ma is just exercising and nothing serious, but I will I love you and see you later,” she said giving her a small wave of her hands and seeing her mother entering the door and making her way inside the building awaiting another stressful day in the factory.

Alright lets get this over with again…

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Tommy was getting himself ready while waiting for Belinda to come to pick her up. Feeling his heart jumping for glee, knowing that he will see and be with Belinda again. But this time it would be just the two of them alone, which Tommy felt nervous to look forward to. After all, it is Belinda and not some type of stranger going to the gym with him. Once Tommy puts his green sweatshirt on his phone, then vibrates on top of his brown nightstand. Seeing on the lock of the phone screen shows Belinda’s name with her message attached to it.

hey Tommy Im outside of your house 😄 

Ill be out in a sec 🙂

Tommy made his way downstairs after sending a text back to Belinda. On his way downstairs, he picked up his black gym bag and water bottle and he finally put on his gym shoes. Once he tied his shoelaces, Tommy made his way to the door while picking up his keys next to the side of the door. Closing and locking the door behind him, then saw Belinda leaning back against her black Chevrolet car. He gave Belinda a heartwarming smile while walking down the small stairway. 

“Good morning Werewolf Boy, that is quite a bag to take to the gym there,” she said, pointing her finger at his gym bag, making Tommy chuckle nervously, feeling his face become warm.

“Yea right? Hehe but good morning to you too Dracula Girl. You ready for your first day at the gym or you goin’ to chicken out?” said Tommy, giving her a cheeky smile which Belinda chuckled, looking down at the floor.

“Chicken out, you say? Hmm, wait until we get to the gym and prove to you I won’t quit so fast. Bet you $20 that I’ll not give up on the first 10 minutes. Deal?” Belinda said cheekily, extending her hand out to Tommy, making him smile at her request.

“Instead of the 20, how about I take you to dinner instead? Does tha’ sound a bit fairer to you, Dracula Girl?” He said, arching his eyebrows at her with his hand out.

Belinda looks down at his hand and, with a smile, she accepts his offer, sealing the deal closed.

“Deal.” 

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1 Hour Later

“Come on, Tommy, one more set, yea? I’m actually quite enjoying this than I thought,” said Belinda, feeling the top of her forehead drained of sweat, her hands placed above her hips, inhaling through her mouth. 

Tommy lay flat on the black mats also trying to catch his breath with his eyes closed, letting out a small chuckle with a big smile on his face.

“Hold on Belinda, let me have a break for a sec and we can continue again. But glad to hear you like it so far makes me feel joyful,” he said, bringing himself up and crossing his legs together, leaning his back against the large mirrors.

Belinda then sat down next to him, crossing her legs in front of her and resting her chin on her knees. They went quiet for a moment as they played some workout music in the background, seeing the outside of the gym in front.

“You owe me 20 bucks,” Belinda said some moments later, making Tommy look in her direction with a confused face.

“Wait what?”

“I said I would not chicken out in the first 10 minutes, so now you have to give up the $20 that we shook hands-on,” said Belinda, giving him a cheeky smile and extending her hand towards him, gesturing to him to give her a reward.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about it. Are you being serious about me giving up the $20? I mean, wouldn’t it be best if we could just maybe go to the park or something else?” said Tommy, leaning his head back while Belinda snickered, covering her mouth with her hand and making a confused look.

“What’s so funny?” He continued on, letting out a small smile. Belinda stopped snickering.

“Tommy, I’m just joking. Why would I ask for money? I’m more glad to take this opportunity with you than just a couple of bucks. I’ve been having nothing but fun all this morning with you, knowing that this is something you love to do. Especially that you run the gym with your brother and dad, which I think it’s very nice to see,” said Belinda, looking back at Tommy with a smile also leaning her head against the wall mirror.

“Hehe, I thought you were being serious but I’m relieved you were just fooling around,” he said, placing a hand against his chest which she found funny yet cute as he continued speaking. “And yea, I mean, after the whole tournament fight, we thought it would be such a good idea to open a business of our own. Brendon was up to it, and so did my dad. And look at where we are now. Ever since then, the place has been running smoothly and it just feels great, you know?” 

“It sounds nice. You three have a closer bond than you once did before. Must be nice to have that father and son connection,” said Belinda. Her smile slowly disappeared as she looked down at her hands, knowing she never experienced a daughter-and-father relationship.

Her biological father left when she was only 2 years old, but there was an ugly reason. Turns out that he had been secretly seeing another woman until her mom found out about it. Enraged, Margarete and her dad got into an ugly fight that same night while Belinda curled into a fetal position in her room. Hearing them cussing each other out while they both scream at the same time. Belinda, at that moment, felt scared and didn’t know why they were acting in that manner. Now that she was older, she understood the hurtful truth of why her dad was never in the picture after that incident. And since then, he never at some point thought of coming back into her life. Belinda couldn't care less, knowing that what he did to her and her mama was such a pathetic and backstabbing decision. 

“Hey Belinda, you ok?” Said Tommy, suddenly making her come back to her senses, not noticing that he placed a gentle hand against her left shoulder.

“Yea sorry I just remembered something, but it’s nothing important,” she said with a small smile, knowing deep down she really wasn’t, “but you are ready for another round because I am.”

She then sat on her knees trying her best to look alright. Tommy felt something wasn’t right. Before he could speak again, the front door of the gym opened seeing his brother Brendon along with Tess coming in. 

“Tommy, how long have you been here for? It’s surprising to see you here at these hours?” said his older brother while Tess placed her bag on top of the front register.

“Hey Brendon, yea I know weird righ’? Tommy said as he and Belinda got up from the black mat as he continued, “I brought my friend here, Belinda, to give her some lessons.”

“Oh, really nice, and sorry. I’m Brendon, Tommy’s older brother. It’s very nice to meet you, Belinda,” he said as he extended his hand to her, to which she returned the gesture.

“Likewise, it’s great to meet you, too. Tommy has told me about you. Since of course he is your little baby brother,” she said, Brendon let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, he is indeed, and this is my wife Tess,” Brendon then said. The older woman extended her hand toward Belinda, and they both shook hands together.

“It’s nice to meet you honey, wow you’re a prettier girl than I imagined,” she said. Belinda let out a small chuckle and was flattered by the woman’s compliment, but it was a good feeling.

“Oh, you're very sweet, ma’am, but I’m just me, nothing special you know but thank you,” said Belinda with a shy smile towards the older woman.

“But you are dear and please, for future reference, call me Tess because it makes me feel old,” Tess said along with a chuckle which Belinda only nodded her head in understanding.

The rest of the morning went well as more people came, and Tommy wished it was still empty. However, it didn’t stop him from working out with Belinda, when they were at the end of their workout routine of the day. While Belinda was having a hard time doing some barbell squats, Tommy was punching some hits in a black punching bag. He noticed Belinda struggling, stopping mid-way and removing his right glove between his teeth. Once he removed the gloves from his hands, he walked up to her. With her not noticing Tommy’s approach, she put the weight down in front of her feet, inhaling a long breath through her nostrils.

“Hey, you good there Dracula Girl?” 

“Yeah… just I don’t know if I’m doing this right,” she said with a huff, placing her hands on her hips.

“If you like, you can use another technique instead. Here, let me show you,” said Tommy, lifting the steel bar weight, positioning his stance as he went on, “so just feet apart right and then just grip the ends here and just lift them inward towards you.”

Belinda watched on as Tommy lifted the weight up and down, noticing how his big biceps flexed, seeing a few of his veins popping out. She suddenly bites her lips together, trying very hard to focus on the exercise. But the way his arms moved as he lifted the steel bar made her feel many butterflies inside her. She never felt that way before in her life until now. Once Tommy was done, he gently placed the bar on top of the mat. Belinda didn’t realize that he was still talking to her.

“Now you try it. Belinda? Hey, you good?” Tommy said, placing a soft hand against her right arm, making her come back to her daydreaming thoughts. 

“Yeah, yeah I am sorry just… I feel tired suddenly,” she lyingly said, knowing that she was more intrigued with Tommy’s physique than the exercise demonstration, “but I’m good I’ll just do one more set and might go hit the shower. I feel quite drained to be fair.”

“I mean, if you’re ok doing another round, go for it, but if you’re saying you, then we can pick it up on another day. I just don’t want to see you forcing yourself or worse, get hurt, you know?”

“No, yeah, you’re right. We should pick this up another time. And again, thank you for everything. I really appreciate it you brought me. It has been wonderful and I would like to continue coming if that’s ok with you Tommy,” she said with an unsure tone, hoping it wasn’t too much to ask.

“No yea, of course, we can keep coming. Why would I say no? And to be honest, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in a while. I’m more glad it’s with you Belinda truly,” Tommy said, giving her a small smile.

“Aww, I’m delighted to hear that and I also haven’t had this type of fun either in years. Besides my friends, I never thought of going to the gym, but this has been an experience. And I can’t wait to come here with you more too. Thanks again.”

“It’s my pleasure. Do you maybe want to… get something to drink? Or do you need to go somewhere with your friends?” Tommy said as he lifted the steel weight bar, placing it back with the other weights.

“No, not really. My friends are mostly working or at school today. But sure we can get a drink. I’ll invite you as another way to say thank you. By the way, do you have showers I could use?” said Belinda, untying her ponytail and letting her semi-wet hair down. 

“Yea, we do and I’m going to shower, too. Here I’ll show where they are,” said Tommy as they both made their way toward the back of the gym.

Passing by the restrooms, they made a right turn with the sign that read “Showers” on the wall. 

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit Werewolf Boy. Thank you again, ‘’Belinda said, giving him a quick smile.

“Don’t have to thank me again, ok? And I’ll see you too have a good shower,” he said, returning a smile back at her as they both now parted ways to take a shower. 

The warm stem water of the shower washed around Belinda’s body, feeling the soap rinsing off from her body. While she stood under the faucet, she suddenly thought back to Tommy and his flexible arms. The way they looked and moved made Belinda feel fluttery on the inside. Normally, she never thought of such a thing from a man before, since it never was a thing she would chase. But with Tommy, it felt right and different, which made her feel uneasy. But as she continued seeing that same image in her head, she felt a warm jolt between her legs. She pressed her hand against her sensitive spot until feeling something wet. Belinda gently bit her bottom lip, trying very hard to not think about Tommy. But that same picture would appear in her mind and it made it worse. She let out a low, quiet gasp, leaning against the shower wall until she let it in. 

I feel so guilty for doing this… 

She then slowly caressed her folds between her fingers, biting her lips together this time. As she thought about how she imagined Tommy shirtless, showing his big large biceps until she thought about something more. Belinda fantasized about Tommy, all fully naked, picturing what his big member would look like downstairs. She slowly inserted a finger inside her hot walls, letting out another quiet moan. She tilted her head back while, with her other hand, caressed her left breast. 

“Tommy…” she moaned out, sticking her finger in and out, continuously erotically thinking of him playing with himself.

She felt her insides coming to her peaking point as she inserted one more finger inside of her. She bent her legs, closing her eyes, trying her best to keep herself in balance. But some time later, her orgasm exploded, feeling her wetness drip down upon her fingers. She breathed in slowly while the shower still dropped water above her head. Once she felt more at ease, she turned the faucet off. Only the steaming fog surrounded her. Belinda stood in the middle of the shower, thinking about how she let herself do such a thing. Feeling disgusted at thinking of Tommy inappropriately, since they are only friends and nothing else. But she tried to ignore it as she then wrapped herself with her towel, making her way to get some clothes on. 

Why did I let myself do that… I feel like such a fucking idiot…

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[alfiestreacle]

my brain is so hardwired to Tom Hardy that whenever i read fics of non-Hardy characters (esp faceless ones like Simon "Ghost" Riley of MW2) my mind immediately imagines Tommy Conlon instead

even my boyfriend was like "now don't you go imagining me as daddy tom in your dreams" 😭

[ao3feed-newsies]

Forever and Always

by, Oceanic_Cherries by Oceanic_Cherries “She's beautiful.” Race whispered, brushing her head gently. “Ain't she Albie?” All Albert got out was a few stutters. He was too mesmerised to speak. Their baby was actually here and in his arms. Just over a year ago, Race and Albert decided they were ready to have a baby. Obviously, neither of them were biologically capable of having a baby, so they asked around if anybody would be willing to be a surrogate. Sarah, David's twin sister, looked into it and ended up agreeing to it, starting what would be the journey that led them here.   Or Race and Albert have a baby, chaos ensues over the coming years. Words: 696, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Spot Conlon, Elmer (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Buttons (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Splasher (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), Stray (Newsies), Splint (Newsies), Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Relationships: Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Parenthood, Children, Racetrack Higgins Has ADHD, Dancer Racetrack Higgins, Autistic Albert DaSilva, Hard of Hearing Albert Da Silva, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Based on a Tumblr Post, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Aged-Up Character(s), Smalls real name is Charlotte, Race and Albert are Smalls parents, This might be the strangest headcanon I've written a fic for, but screw it, Ralbert fluff, Spot Conlon and Elmer are siblings read : https://ift.tt/lt6iEpL - February 25, 2024 at 08:12AM

[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

[angelictroublemaker]

Hi I would like to recommend a fic to you all,

How Close (9923 words) by linaerys Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warrior (2011) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frank Campana/Tommy Conlon Characters: Frank Campana, Tommy Conlon, Brendan Conlon, aTess Conlon, Paddy Conlon Summary: Tommy recovers and trains again after the events of the movie.

Thomas "Tommy" Riordan Conlon - Warrior (2011 film)

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[charliehoennam]

Hello its me again!

Asking for some more Alfie domestic fluff. Maybe Alfie and reader up and about with their new small baby? Or reader telling Alfie shes expecting? Dunno just love me some Alfie Papabear 🐻

I appreciate your hard work ❤️

Have a wonderful day☀️

Awh, thank you so much for the lovely compliment! I'm very happy you enjoy my work. Now that I've caught up with a couple of my Jake Gyllenhaal characters series, I'm gonna get working my Tom Hardy fics, so Hardy lovers! Brace yourselves!

I've recently watched Warrior and I just need me some Tommy Conlon, but our Alfie bear is always welcome here!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi hello me again with another potential happy thought! Another night another sober Blink with a bus filled with his friends, a rather quiet night he'd thought, Mike and Ike nearly asleep on either side of Sniper, Mush beside Jack who'd been chatting quietly and Crutchy who'd been sat beside Blink commenting here and there about the streets they'd passed, David and Sarah having just been dropped off, the end of their night approaching steadily. But as a familiar song had started up on the radio, a quiet hum slowly grew louder, that quiet hum turning into solid and loud lyrics at the chorus', "So Sally can wait! She knows it's too late as we're walking on by", Blink even joining in with the choir of friends.

Awww I love this! The boisterous singalong would be an amazing thing to witness. I could see Jack and Crutchie trying to out sing one another while Race and Mush do the same. Much love to you for making my day!!!

8 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

Racetrack Higgins and his harmonica to Brooks and Dunns boot scoot n boogie! Crutchy's got his guitar going and they're back to back singing. That one line "I want a shot o that red head yonder lookin at me" showing off Crutchy's vocals nicely as he winks at Al who's smiling but shakes his head, Jack pulling him up for a twirl to their friends singing ♡

This is so wholesome and I fully approve of Chrutchie’s guitar and Race’s harmonica!!!! When the Newsies find out that Race and Crutchie were performing, they all made plans to be at the bar to witness their musical talents. The entire bar gets into it as Crutchie and Race groove to the music. They play One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” and the Newsies go nuts when Crutchie starts crooning “You're insecure, don't know what for”. They both know what they’re doing as they play that song.

Thank you for sending this in! I’m stuck at an airport awaiting a flight so this lifted my spirits!!!! You’re amazing friend!

9 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

For your consideration: One Mush Meyers working at build-a-bear and whenever there's faulty bears or damages bears they can't sell at the shop, he comes home with them. He doesn't yet know how to sew or to patch a bear up but he's trying to learn, slowly but surely. So for now, Blink going through boxes in the spare room looking for a vase he borrowed from Denton back before they'd moved. Coming across this box of deflated bears that are all a little off, "hey Mush" he hollers, lifting the box, "what's w'the dead teddy bear army?" and here's Mush with this sheepish smile, "I don't know how to patch them up yet but i'll get there one day", Blink's adoration showing in the smile he gives the lad, "could always give Buttons a phone?"

I absolutely love this and when Mush eventually calls Buttons, his response is “why didn’t you ask sooner?” They would have an afternoon of patching up all the stuffies. Mush would take them back to Build a Bear, fill them up and donate them to the children’s hospital or an orphanage.

13 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

I just learned something so I’m sharing it with you all. If you read fan fics and track books on Goodreads, you can track fan fiction through Goodreads and they’ll show up on your Yearly Reading Challenge. There are a ton of fan fics that have been added to Goodreads (most Harry Potter) but you can add any that haven’t been already added by this link.

15 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi hello hope you're doing well, if you were to write something titled 'Dear Jack', what would it be about? I've been thinking a lot about titles lately ♡

I love this idea!!!

I think it would be Race sitting down and writing a letter to Jack. Race and Spot moved to Chicago for college and he writes a weekly letters to Jack letting him know what he and Spot have gotten up to in that week. Like clockwork, the letter to Jack arrives on Wednesday while the letter to Race arrives on Saturday. Race always starts off the letter with a joke he heard that week (the answer is on the backside of the letter) before diving into how college/work was and anything he learned. He’d write about Spot but before Race posted the letter, Spot would always scrawl lines between Race’s telling Jack “what really happened” and calling Race out on his “bullshit”. He would promise Jack they’d come back to visit “when it gets warmer” and would always tell Jack that Chicago is way colder than NYC ever was.

Meanwhile, Jack would pen his own letter to Race, including little drawings and jokes of his own (which all of their friends would cringe at). He would catch them up on their little family, little antidotes of affection for something stupid Albert or Mush did that week. Blink would include a new recipe he had tried that week for Spot to then try. Medda would include her own note, telling her babies to hurry back. Davey would make sure Race was following the study guide he made him but also told him to make sure he was taking plenty of breaks and drinking water.

And when Race and Spot ended back in the city for their vacation, Race brought home a letter he penned on the ride over. After a very manly hug between him and Jack was exchanged, he handed the envelope to Jack, putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, “I figured I’d save the postage this time”.

This was fun to write up! Might have to write a letter induced fic at some point. Thanks for sending this in friend!!! ❤️

20 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Virtue of Patience - A Tommy Conlon/Reader One Shot Story.

It’s about time I wrote a bit of Tommy C smut, isn’t it? So yes, here it is. Enjoy!

Words - 2,525

Warnings - Lots of smut! Under 18? Adios! This ain’t for kids!

He was all power, the presence of him filling the room, secondary only to the sheer size of him. He seemed to have a knack of sucking the air from your lungs whenever you gazed upon him, the longing unmatched, the desire to press yourself against him, to experience what those muscles would feel like moulding against your body, so small in comparison to his bulk.  

And he knew it. Tommy Conlon had always known it.

He was just waiting for you to make your move. Why? Because he knew not getting your way instantly in him being the one to instigate it would drive you crazy, ramp up the tension and ultimately, make it so much sweeter when that tension – which was entirely mutual – finally broke. You’d been friends for years, but the older you’d grown, the more you’d seen each other through different eyes.  

Eyes filled with lust, both separately imagining how it would be, to get to know one another on a level never encroached upon. Until one night after a session at the gym, walking home and feeling the weight of his gaze upon you from behind.  

You feel like a zebra being stalked across the Serengeti by a huge, hulking lion, eyeing you predatorily, his aura compelling you to turn around and notice him there. After the weighted glances you had both exchanged throughout your workout, you both knew exactly how things were going to go down, but still, he waited for you to turn.

“Can I help you?” you ask, finally turning back, Tommy smirking as he closes the gap between you.  

“I dunno. Can you?” He’s such a fucking tease. You know exactly what game he’s playing.

“I think we’ve both waited long enough,” you state, after a brief pause to gather your courage. “So, if you want me, I guess you’ll just have to come and get me.” Oh yes. You can play just as well as he. Your words are the instigation, the spark, but his actions as you reach your front door are the ignition to that spark bursting into full flame.  

Slipping the key into the front door of your building, you feel his hand trail through your shower dampened hair, moving closer to kiss your shoulder, those kisses trailing sensuously to your neck as his arms wrap around you. Pushing the door open, you turn to him, finally letting the years of pent-up longing loose, the sparks engulfing completely into wildfire as your mouths meet in a hungry clash, Tommy kicking the door shut behind him, walking you backwards in the direction of your ground floor apartment.  

As soon as you are on the other side of the door, you stand back to look at each other for all of a few seconds before flying back together again in a heated embrace, kissing as if your lives depend on it. You grab him by the elastic waist of his grey sweats, towing him along towards your bedroom, pulling his black t shirt up over his head and casting it onto the floor.  

You marvel at his chiselled chest, hands gliding down it in exploration, Tommy grabbing your ass as you awkwardly try and fumble for the door handle behind you, knocking the tall plant on the hallway table by the door to the ground in your haste, but not caring one bit. You have greater needs at present.

Walking backwards through your bedroom, you pull him down atop you upon reaching the bed, your hands running up and down his vast expanse of back, squeezing his huge traps, arousal snapping though you as he paws at your tight top. You’re both wracked with excited energy, the feel of his weight bearing down on you, his gorgeous, full lips pressed to yours even better than you’d ever imagined.  

Pushing your top over your head, you lift your arms to accommodate this, his fingers unzipping the front fastening on your sports bra speedily, big hands kneading your tits as his mouth descends, your legs squeezing around him, his hardness pressing at the heat of your apex. He evokes a shuddered breath as his mouth closes around your nipple, a hungry groan rumbling his throat as his fingers flex at your waist.  

It’s completely feral desire, Tommy sliding down your body, hot open-mouthed kisses delivered to your goosepimpled skin as you keen against him, his hands impatient as they grip at your leggings, yanking them and your undies off in one needy tug, parting your thighs and without pause, burying his face between them. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue against you, that first intimate touch, his need greedy as he licks at your folds, seeking your clit and beginning to delight it with hot, sweeping rolls of his tongue.  

You groan, and it’s the most beautiful noise to him, his hands clutching your thighs as he sucks at your slit with aplomb, pupils blown from lust as he looks up at you, watching you enjoying him, moaning around the mouthful of you he sucks so contently upon.  

You can barely form thoughts at what his mouth inflicts upon you, tongue beating against the tip of your clit so fast, your eyes roll back in your head, your hips juddering. He then alternates to delivering his tongue in slow drags, catching every last inch of your hot, wet flesh in long, firm licks, your body fizzing with abundant and endless pleasure.

“You have no fucking idea how good you are at that,” you gasp, looking down on him and watching as he stops to flash you a grin, pushing two fingers into your slick heat with ease.

“Oh, I do. I can definitely work it out from the small puddle you’re leaving on the bed,” he replies, digging his fingers against you, finding your sweet spot almost instantly and proceeding to wiggle them back and forth at speed. His huge muscles flex, biceps bulging with effort as he rakes your insides, reducing you to a panting, wailing mess on the bed. “Yeah, you really fucking like that, don’t you? I’m gonna enjoy wrecking the hell out of this pretty little pussy.”  

His tongue returns to your clit, laving at you with firm licks, fuelling your climactic rush as pleasure streaks through you like comets beneath your skin. “Come on, babe. Cum all over my tongue.” He encourages you, his tone deep and raspy with arousal, winking up at you before sucking your swollen clit between his pillowy lips, his tongue moving across the very tip as he sucks you to an absolutely scorching finish, fire licking your veins as you continue to ascend, your pleasure throbbing through you at a seemingly endless peak before your arched back slumps, your thighs clamping around his head, wracked with oversensitivity.  

“Need your cock, right now.” You mutter, breathless and drunk from your orgasm, pushing him up off of you and back onto his feet, yanking his sweats down and feeling your eyes virtually fall out of your head at the size of the erection that springs free. “Oh boy. Tommy Conlon, if only I’d known about this giant elephant dick years ago.”

“You’d have still probably taken your damn time.” He teases, winking at you while you grasp him, squeezing it firmly and licking the very tip before kissing his taut abs, letting your tongue wander down again and then back to his stomach, alternating between the two until all the muscles in his abdomen begin to shudder.

“You’re a bad, bad girl.” He grumbles as you continue your teasing, his voice deep and soaked in arousal. If there’s one thing you love, it’s getting a man so worked up, he can barely remember his own name and this is exactly how you always do it. It works like a charm, too, never to fail you. Every time you reach his cock, you diligently build him up a bit more, tease with your tongue for a little longer before going back to his stomach and chest, scattering little kisses and licks across it, making him crave your mouth where he urgently needs it, the escalation maddening.  

When you finally grant him a little mercy and wrap your lips around the thick head of his cock, his knees almost buckle, vocalising his appreciation with a low, rumbling groan, his hands losing themselves in your hair. Still not gratifying him too much, you move my mouth away once more, kissing over the muscle creases on his hips while your hand starts gently massaging his balls, the other squeezing and releasing around his erection.  

There it is, another guttural, gruff moan. You might be delivering nothing but the sweetest of torture, but he’s enjoying it. The fact his cock is like iron speaks that clearly.  

You continue your teasing for a time before finally deciding to gratify him with what he’s dying to feel, closing your mouth over the head of his cock and this time slowly, very slowly sinking your lips down to swallow him whole. He grits curses, panting hard as you release him once more, pressing your tongue against the underside of his engorged shaft.  

“Fuck,” he moans, his voice gone to gravel, laughing when his legs almost give way again.

“Lay down, before you fall.”

“Man, if I knew you’d given earth shattering head years ago, there’d have been no waiting. I’d have just dived on you, girl.”  

“Well, for now, you’re gonna be happy with me diving on you some more.”

He chuckles, raising his eyebrows. “Ain’t gonna stop that.”

Kneeling between his powerful legs, you resume taking him to the back of your throat, speeding up, slowing down, using more and then less pressure, having him in the palm of your hand, at the mercy of your mouth completely as he moans and groans, various expletives leaving his mouth as his hands fist in your hair, tugging gently while his hips rise to meet your mouth.  

His hard body shakes in bliss as you circle the very tip of his erection with your tongue, fingertips stroking down your cheeks as you look up and see him watching you sucking on him contently, until his beautiful eyes close tightly and his head thuds back on the bed. You keep it up, watching his abs twitch, his chest rising and falling quickly. You know your efforts are getting him close.  

“Choice is yours, do you want to cum in my mouth now or…” you trail off, looking up at him.

“No, not yet. I want to be fucking you when I do,” he gasps through ragged breaths.

“That’s good enough for me.” Slowing your mouth, you release him with a little gloopy pop, reaching for your nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom, choosing a strawberry flavoured one, perfect for what you have planned. Tearing the packet open with gusto, you position the little rolled up piece of red latex over the end of his hardness, moving your mouth to seal it with your lips before rolling it straight down with your mouth.

“See now I’ve never, ever encountered a woman able to do that quite so well,” he compliments as you move to kneel astride him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders when he sits up beneath you, grasping your hips.  

“I have many talents.”

“Yeah, I get a feeling you’re gonna show me a few more right now, right?”

Grasping his erection, you position him at your soaking entrance, sliding down on him, feeling him stretch you to gaping around his colossal girth. He groans, nipping your neck, fingers digging into your skin.  

“Right.” You whisper in confirmation, slowly rolling against him, sinking up and down upon his beast of a cock, his body moving against yours in a delicious tangency. The way he moves against, you, god, he knows exactly what he’s doing, ensuring you not so much hum, but positively burn with arousal.  

Pushing him flat on his back as his hands knead your ass cheeks, you graze your nails down his neck, over his chest and then up his arms, leaning forward to kiss him from neck to collarbone, feeling his hands sliding up your back and through your hair tantalisingly as his mouth returns to yours.  

The feel of his body pressed to yours as you move against each other in perfect sexual sync is torridly scintillating, his cock dragging flutters through your core, the velvet crush of your walls around him, wet flexes massaging every last inch of him. He’s heavy within you, splitting you wide, moaning against your tongue as his hands tug at your hair, utterly drunk on the moment you both share.  

He pushes against you, exiting you with a gloopy pop, moving to kneel behind you, re-entering your heat from behind with a satisfied grunt. He has you speared so deeply, your thighs quake, glimmers skittering up your spine. Taking a handful of your hair and yanking your head back, his breath is hot at your neck as he leans forward, teeth sharp in a carnivorous bite of dominance, his other hand slipping beneath your body, fingers rubbing through your slick to begin massaging your throbbing clit.

It feels illimitable, to be in such experienced hands, his cock daggering you keenly, stoking heat to burn beneath your skin all over, hips snapping like a piston as he moans wantonly. He bottoms out with every keen, filling you entirely, dragging back against you, rendering you a mess of cries and grits, your hair wound around his fist as he continues to rub at your bud, evoking sparks.  

“You take my cock so fucking well.” He praises, his hand releasing your hair, pushing you down into the mattress, that hand gliding down your back and then spanking your ass cheeks in turn, the slap hard, stinging your tender flesh. Your insides are coiling tight, his hand continuing to spank you, pleasure darting across each nerve ending as he pushes you closer to your undoing, his cock tingling, holding back until he feels you begin to clench around him strongly.

He lets go, and it’s glorious, your sun blazing over his horizon as he spills into you deeply, pumping your core ferociously as you feel the heat roar through you, crumbling for him, breaking apart entirely, like a building decimated by a wrecking ball, powerless to remain intact against the force of him. All that was brutal and unyielding softens as he slows, enjoying the spasms of your molten walls around him, breathless and sweaty, folding to kiss your clammy back.  

“I’m supposed to have cardio tomorrow. I don’t know how the fuck I’m meant to run after that,” you gasp, Tommy laughing quietly.  

“You’re not. If you want this to be your cardio, though, just say the word.”

“The word.” Your reply is instant, his laughter loudening as he slips from you. You turn, welcoming him into your arms, sharing soft kisses as breath returns to you both.  

Good things come to those who wait, as the old saying goes. In this case, it’s most definitely true.  

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by, LVP1N by LVP1N Part 1 in a series I'm doing. A newsies canon era fic with two original characters (Dots-Julia and Flower-Elise). Dots is the sister of one Spot Conlon. Shes a Manhattan newsie. Idk how to do summary's tbh. Words: 990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Julia and my fandoms because why not Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Original Newsie(s), David Jacobs, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Smalls (Newsies), Spot Conlon, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Morris Delancey, Les Jacobs, Romeo (Newsies), Oscar Delancey, Joseph Pulitzer, Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr., Kid Blink, Mush Meyers, Specs (Newsies), Snipeshooter (Newsies), Sniper (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Bumlets (Newsies), Skittery (Newsies) Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, OFC/OFC Additional Tags: Canon Era, Original Character(s), I'm Bad At Tagging read : https://ift.tt/p7DdXk9 - November 04, 2024 at 01:33AM

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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!!!