#tommy riordan x you

[angel-inked]

Bet I make you smile

This is part of a one-shot that I have in my notes app lol, basically Tommy and !reader are preparing for a formal event. What kind of formal event, you ask? Well, you'll have to wait for that 😉

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You stepped back to assess your work, Tommy's stoicism still relayed the miserable feeling in his eyes. "Bet you ten bucks I make you smile before the end of the night." You smirked playfully. Tommy grunted quietly, "you've got a better chance in hell.." he grumbled bitterly, his soft voice trailed off as he fidgeted with the gold cufflink that bore the US marine core emblem on his right wrist. He turned to face the bed, glancing at Brendan and nodding toward the door. Brendan narrowed his eyes, you recognized his confusion. "He wants you to leave so I can change." You explained, unzipping Tommy's duffel bag that you had stuffed both yours and his clothes in and gestured to the faded ripped blue jeans and the sage green tee-shirt you currently wore. "Of course," Brendan nodded awkwardly, "you do look very nice Tommy." He added on his way out in a vague attempt at pleasantries with his younger brother. Tommy nodded but offered no other reply. The room fell quiet after the door shut, the only sound being the ruffling of fabric as you dug around in the duffel bag, Tommy loyally and silently stood guard as you changed.

[jks1uv]

𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑙 ; tommy riordan | one-shot |

summary: you’re visited by the love and loss of your life after he walked away a decade ago.

pairing: tommy riordan x vsangel!reader.

trope: estranged childhood best friends to lovers.

genre: angst + fluff + hurt & comfort + romance.

warnings‼️: a 3 year age gap (reader is 22 & tommy is 25) + crude language + a kiss scene + a suggestive line towards reader as a model (some guy says she’s fine) + a minor detail describing a small part of the daily routine of a marine which may be inaccurate.

word count: 3,680.

random disclaimerrr: me when tom hardy: 😍😍 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

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you & tommy were the best of friends. inseparable at the tender ages of 5 & 8.

you two were neighbors and your family consists of 4; mom, dad, you, and your little sister.

tommy and brendan had a bigger age gap than you and your sister but whenever you girls would be out in the yard, tommy would feel the itch to go out and play in his little hands.

he knew y’all were younger than him but that didn’t discourage his curiosity.

“um, is… is it okay if i can play with you?” he asked hesitantly.

you and your little sister look towards the voice and find a boy older than the two of you standing by his front porch, looking bashful.

you nodded enthusiastically, so excited to make a new friend. “yes!” you exclaimed as you grab his hand and drag him along your front yard.

ever since then, the two of you were joined at the hip.

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tommy would come over to your house often due to the close nature of your friendship.

you may have been 12 at the time but you were wise, and that made it easier for him to confide in you.

“he’s drunk. again.” he shook his head and chuckled bitterly.

your eyes were soft and sorry. you wish he wouldn’t think pitying him was a bad thing.

you lace your hands with his and insist on watching a movie while snacking on his favorite things.

“you can spend the night. if you want?”

it was second nature to go above and beyond for him, but it was second nature for him to deny your kindness. you never understood why.

“nah, i gotta get back to my mom.” and you smiled at that.

one thing about tommy? he’s a great son to his mother.

they say it gets worse before it gets better and that was certainly the case for tommy. he and his mother had been pushed to their limits. they both packed their bags and never looked back at pittsburgh ever again.

you were devastated, heartbroken. you couldn’t believe your best friend just up and left without even saying goodbye.

you figured it was because of his father, paddy, but you never knew he’d be behind pushing your best friend away from you.

you harbored a secret anger towards him whenever tommy would spill his guts out but in this moment? you resented him.

paddy was the sole reason your other half, your soulmate was gone.

you never even got to tell tommy how you really felt about him.

tommy told you his secrets and you shared yours. you were never this close to a person, ever. your little sister is an exception but of course she’s gonna know you better than you know yourself. she’s your blood, but tommy isn’t. he’s someone who’s seen what the inside of your heart looks like and he hadn’t judged you one bit for it.

tommy is your first love, but he was also the loss of your life.

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10 years later, present-day:

“standby y/n.”

you're nervous as fuck and rightfully so. in addition to this being the first time you open a victoria’s secret fashion show, you're wearing your first fantasy bra to do it.

that’s a lot more firsts a girl can hope for!

you’re just a couple of minutes away from so many things happening tonight. tripping and twisting your ankle, falling on your face and the internet never letting you live it down, or worse: never getting another chance to model for victoria's secret ever again.

well, there goes your career! over before it even started all because of some heels or the floor or the lights or some other, valid yet non-excusable reason.

you take a deep breath in and exhale through your lips forming an ‘o’ shape. you close your eyes and join your hands together to pray silently with the few seconds you have left.

please, please, please don’t let me fuck this up. please.

you hear ariana grande belt out the few lines before the chrous of ‘dangerous woman’ out front. you make a mental note to ask for a photo and autograph when you see her later.

“go, y/n!” showtime.

it’s muscle memory for your hands to place themselves on your hips as you make your way down the large, well-lit, glittery floor.

perfect timing to make your appearance as the chorus of the song plays on.

cheers and screams erupt from the seats as you stand tall and concentrate on moving your ankles in front of the other.

you’re at the middle of the runway when you tug on a strap and large, black, feathery wings make their appearance. more encore from the venue & you can’t help but feel like that bitch.

when you make it to the end of the runway, you turn your chin down a bit and let your eyes do the talking. they’re outlined with black eyeliner and highlighted with silver and black eyeshadow, blended so nicely together.

the theme for your fantasy bra is “black swan” and it’s perfect for you as that’s the energy you’re known to give off. dark feminine, mysterious and unpredictable.

you pause for a few seconds to pose and let your side profile hang in the camera angle for a bit before you turn to the side. you make a full 360. you eye the camera on the side, offering one last glimpse before you’re on your way backstage.

you let the crowd fuel you as you depart and hope you looked your very best.

you know only angels get to wear wings and you know it’s a privilege to get to do both; be an angel and wear wings.

you were signed as a victoria’s secret model at 18 and worked very hard for 3 years to earn your title as an ‘angel’. at 21, you were gifted an opportunity so many girls only dream of.

the rest of the girls backstage practically flood the room with excited shrieks, warm hugs and elated faces.

you were the youngest of the batch and had so much yet to learn but they all treated you as their baby.

“you killed it out there!”

“so beyond proud of you, babe.”

“there she is! the highlight of tonight.”

“our black swan did so beautiful!” and there were so many more words of encouragement that made you spill so many tears but you did it! the hard part was over.

now you can change into other lingerie and wings and just be content with the fact that you did it. you. did. it.

────♡♡♡────

after the show was successfully complete (and ariana grande came asking for a photo), a celebration in the form of drinks were obviously in order.

you’re out with ur sister and you deem it’s baddie baddie shot o’clock.

“girl, save some for your birthday.” your sister laughed.

you just sent her a toothy grin and shrugged. “we’ll just drink some more when it gets here.”

your 23rd birthday is still some time away but you weren’t thinking about that tonight.

“HOLY SHIT, IS THAT TOMMY?!”

yup. that’s what you were thinking about. the boy who left pittsburgh and took a piece of your heart with him.

your neck snaps up at the name and you see him for the first time in forever.

he’s here. in the flesh, and not on television breaking some guy's jaw. he's about 10 ppl away from you.

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

time stops and all of a sudden, you’re a little kid again forming a memorable friendship with the neighbors youngest son.

he’s wearing a white tank top under a baggy, black zip-up jacket with a pair of black sweatpants.

his baby blues are darting from one person to the next, an unnoticeable smile on his face as people come up to him and say nice things with proud smiles on their faces.

you think he looks good. a bit uncomfortable and edgy, but he looks like he’s been taking good care of himself.

you begrudgingly look away from him and blink rapidly to keep your tears from falling.

your sister puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, begging you to go up to him and rekindle what may be lost but you silently plead with her to just let you have this.

you don’t have it in you to go up to him and make small talk, act like the last 10 years didn’t happen.

at least not tonight.

she indulges you and the two of you quietly leave the bar. unaware of the stunned pair of eyes that want so desperately for you to turn around to see what’s slipping away.

────♡♡♡────

you wake up with a headache but it's not from a hangover. it's from crying yourself to sleep.

you couldn't believe yourself. how did you miss the one chance you've been so desperately praying for? how did you walk out and away from him?

like he did you.

you sigh and drink some water from your nightstand before getting ready.

you shower and eat and think about going to just drive around town as you haven't been back in 3 years.

should you also go see him? maybe he's still here?

or maybe he left. again.

you shake your head away from those thoughts, no matter how possible they may be. you're gonna go out there and find him and... well, you'll figure out the rest of the plan when you see him.

the sound of the doorbell ringing catches your attention. your sister left for work and said she won't be back until 6.

you grab your keys and purse and make your way to the door, hoping it's a girl scout with cookies or something.

but of course, surprise, surprise. the universe says “nuh uh!” and behold! it's the very thing you ran away from. this time, just a couple of steps away from touching you.

“tommy?” you breathe out in disbelief.

he blinks slowly and your stomach feels funny. like all the adrenaline in you is swarming in your intestines, daring you to move your body. without thinking, you accept the challenge.

you jump out at him and crush him in the biggest hug you've ever given and the vigor of it knocks his balance off a bit. you hear him grunt in surprise and your arms are wrapped around his neck in a vice grip. like if you loosen them even a little, he'll disappear again.

hot tears brim along your eyes. you close them tightly and let them slide down your cheeks anyway, feeling them trail a path down your face.

his hands slowly rise towards your figure and he's unsure where to put them. he's never hugged or been hugged like this. even when he made up with brendan, it was different. but why is this different? it it because it's you and not his no-longer-estranged older brother?

he hugs you back. one hand is across your hip and the other is your shoulder blade in his palm. he slides his face into the crevice of your neck and noses your collarbone in a silent apology. you sniffle as you accept it.

“i'm sorry.” he croaks out.

you shake your head, to tell him he doesn't have to be but he insists.

“i shoulda came to see you but-” he cuts himself off.

he sighs and moves his face back, prompting you to do the same.

you look at him with watery eyes and his eyes dart around your face. like he's memorizing it. his eyebrows come together and form lines on his forehead. you know he does that when he's thinking really hard about something.

“the truth is,”

you let go of his neck and his cradles your face in his hands.

“i knew i wouldn't be able to leave if i saw you.” and when he drops that bomb on you, you can't help but stitch your wobbly lips together in a smile.

it doesn't reach your eyes though, and that's how he knows you missed him just as much as he missed you.

“but i woulda understood why.”

and he knows that, of course he knows. he also knows that the second he would've seen those tears in your eyes, he would've broken his resolve. and how could he not? you break his heart when you cry.

he wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“i know.” he murmurs.

he pulls you into him once more with a hand on your neck and you cry softly, unbeknownst to you that he's forcing himself to brave through his teary eyes.

────♡♡♡────

“oh my god, you're so old.” you giggle.

“and you're so young.” he bites with no heat.

you invited tommy in and changed, finding your mission successful. the current conversation is about how different life has been for the both of you.

“so i guess we're both kinda like celebrities, huh. you tap your nails against the sofa arm.

“more you than me.” his lips split open in a toothy grin.

you smile back and think how great this all is. there's no sign of forced conversation, he's as relaxed as he can be and you are happy.

tommy stares at you and finds himself seeing all the things he's missed. he finds all the years he's missed in your face, all the places you've been in your eyes and all the joy you've experienced in your lips.

the truth is, he saw you on tv every time you were in a show. even back when you just modeled for any show before you were officially signed on as an angel.

his unit members would tease him but he didn't care. you were on national television and to him? you were amazing.

if anyone said anything about any woman in a suggestive tone, he'd say something anyway but he never played about you.

“damn, she's fine.”

if looks can kill, you wouldn't wanna be that guy. because tommy could kill with his bare hands just as well.

alas, that was the only warning that poor chap got before it was lights out. all because he couldn't keep his thoughts in his head. he just had to air it out to everyone.

tommy slept good that night, too.

“whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” you pull him away from his memories.

he deeply exhales and looks away from you, fiddling with his chain around his neck.

“i watched all your shows.” he murmurs.

you still heard it though and you show it by the way your face is beaming.

“really?”

you’re elated because you were on his mind just as much as he was on yours.

he nods, still refusing eye contact. but it’s okay.

you scoot a bit closer to him and your knees are folded under you, touching his thigh. he stops fiddling with his chain and eyes your hands on your knees. slowly but surely, his eyes lock onto yours and he sees how happy you are.

“i didn’t know they allowed people to watch tv over there.” you can’t help your grin.

your head tilts to the side a little as he explains how everyone shares one tv and there’s a daily time limit to how much tv they can watch.

“wait, so, you even watched the shows i did before i was exclusive to victoria’s secret?”

“every single one.”

that made your heart swoon. your crush on him never left but this amplified it.

you had guys try to hit on you and say a line or two to get your number (or something else) but they weren’t tommy.

he haunted your life.

“why didn’t you ever call?”

you didn’t want to ruin the mood but this has been sitting on your mind the second you let him in. you don’t know if he feels it, too.

“why’d you leave the bar?��

you quirk up an eyebrow at his quick yet witty retort.

touché.

this has been weighing on him for quite some time, too.

“i didn’t know how to face you… i guess i was overwhelmed.” you answer, ashamed.

he nods like he was satisfied in your answer.

“same.”

you look at him, unsatisfied with his lack of explanation.

“i never called because i thought you might’ve hated me.” he admits.

you’re offended and you don’t hide it.

did he really think his friendship meant that little to you? so little, that you wouldn’t understand?

he sees the look on your face and shakes head, as if he was answering your questions.

“no, wait, it’s not like that-”

“i could never hate you.”

there’s a softness in your voice as you say the words he’s been longing for. it soothes the wave of self-loathing washing over the shore of his heart.

all he’s wanted to hear, to know; is that you don’t hate him.

your knees slide out from under you and you cross your legs together, facing him.

“i honestly thought you forgot about me-”

“never.” he says so instantly, like that idea is so absurd and bizarre.

to him? it is.

“i could never, ever forget about you.”

now it was his turn to be offended.

how could you assume he’d ever forget about you? the same you that never let him down? the same you that always had a place for him in your mind and heart? that you?

you sigh softly and look down at your hands. you’re unsure where to go now.

“okay.” you nod.

“okay.” he asserted.

you huff out a laugh from your scrunched up nose and your smile threatens your unbothered demeanor.

tommy smiles back, a tight-lipped one but a smile nonetheless.

he gazes into your eyes and they drift to your lips on their own accord. like a magnet, they’re drawn to your mouth and your eyes are drawn to his.

he hesitantly leans in a bit, giving you time and space to back off if you’d like but you’re frozen.

you gulp and meet his eyes and he whispers, “i’ve liked you for the longest time.”.

that makes your heart leap out of your chest. all these years you’ve been crushing on this big, tough guy, not knowing he’s liked you back?

“since when?” you’re so starstruck.

he smiles bashfully, a faint red blush painting his cheeks. as uncharacteristic as this looks, you weren’t about to let this phenomenon go to waste by looking away.

“since that day i asked if i could play.”

your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack.

this endearing motherfucker.

“i… i’ve been crushin’ on you, too.” you admit.

you can’t look at him. you don’t know why you feel this way. maybe it’s because you’ve never been this vulnerable with a man before.

“don’t go all shy on me now.” he teases.

he moves his head to catch your gaze.

you smack your teeth and halfheartedly hit his shoulder with your knuckles.

he brings his head towards you once more and aligns his forehead with yours. you close your eyes at the contact and he asks, “can i kiss you?”.

you nod faintly, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

his palms rest on the curve of your waist and he kisses you like he’s making up for all lost time.

he’s gentle, letting you set the pace, letting you take control.

but there’s something else you need to know.

your head tilts back a bit and he chases you, dazed and not a single thought behind his eyes other than kissing you forever if you’d let him.

“easy, tiger.” an airy chuckle leaves your lips and you set a hand on his chest.

he lazily smiles and places his hand over yours. he kisses your forehead and cheeks. tommy sounds out an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ as he gives your lips one last kiss.

it makes you smile, tommy being so affectionate. a stark contrast to his demeanor in the public but you think he’s one of those “tough guy with a soft heart” kind of guy.

“i want you to stay.”

he pauses his actions and slowly backs up to meet your eyes.

“you stayin’ here?” he asks curiously.

“for the time being.” you interlock your fingers with his.

he nods and says, “what you really mean to say is; you want me to come with you.”

you purse your lips sheepishly. tommy thinks about it for a moment.

“new york city?”

“mhm.”

you’re nervous. was that an impulsive move? or is that question a result of your fear; him leaving just as fast as he showed up?

he deeply inhales and blows a raspberry, simulating a worried persona.

“okay.” he decides a beat later.

you blink and shake your head, getting whiplash from his behavior.

“wait, what?!”

“i was gonna come visit you anyway but this sounds better.” he nods like he’s made up his mind.

tommy says things like this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and to him, they are.

but for you, this is a commitment. a promise. something you can’t turn back from and you convey that to him.

“tommy,” you begin. “this is a very big and important adjustment. we’re moving in, together.”

“what else would i be doin’? where else would i be?”

“for starters, your family is here. i know you’ve made up with brenadan so i figured…” you trail off and hope tommy can fill in the rest.

a lopsided smirk is drawn to his handsome, smug face and he holds your hands.

“that’s sweet and you’re right. but he chose when and where to make his family and i’m tellin’ you; there’s no place i’d rather be.”

he says is so intrinsically that your heart wills no choice but to believe him. there’s a silent promise in his words, one that he hopes you hear him make.

i’m not leaving you again.

“…okay.” you muse.

“okay.” he settles with a quick kiss to your lips.

[docrotten]

THE GHOST IN THE INVISIBLE BIKINI (1966) – Episode 187 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

“I’m steaming. I’m steaming. I’m… I’m so exaggerated! I’m mad at that princess. The only girl I ever loved and now she and them street slobs are going to steal a million clams from them folks and they didn’t even invite me. ” Eric von Zipper has a way with words, doesn’t he? Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Jeff Mohr, and guest Dirk Rogers – as they check out one of the last of AIP’s beach party movies, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966).

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 187 – The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

ANNOUNCEMENT Decades of Horror The Classic Era is partnering with THE CLASSIC SCI-FI MOVIE CHANNEL, THE CLASSIC HORROR MOVIE CHANNEL, and WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL Which all now include video episodes of The Classic Era! Available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, Online Website. Across All OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop. https://classicscifichannel.com/; https://classichorrorchannel.com/; https://wickedhorrortv.com/

A corpse has 24 hours to mastermind a good deed without leaving his crypt, to go “up there” and have his youth restored.

Directed by: Don Weis

Writing Credits: Louis M. Heyward and Elwood Ullman

Selected Cast:

Tommy Kirk as Chuck Phillips

Deborah Walley as Lili Morton

Aron Kincaid as Bobby

Quinn O’Hara as Sinistra

Jesse White as J. Sinister Hulk

Harvey Lembeck as Eric Von Zipper

The Rat Pack

Andy Romano as J.D.

Alberta Nelson as Puss

Myrna Ross as Boots

Jerry Brutsche as Jerome

Bob Harvey as Bobby

Sam Page as Chauncey

John Macchia as Joey

Allen Fife as Beard

Basil Rathbone as Reginald Ripper

Patsy Kelly as Myrtle Forbush

Boris Karloff as The Corpse

Susan Hart as The Ghost

Nancy Sinatra as Vicki

Claudia Martin as Lulu

Francis X. Bushman as Malcolm

Benny Rubin as Chicken Feather

Bobbie Shaw Chance as Princess Yolanda (as Bobbi Shaw)

George Barrows as Monstro the Gorilla

Piccola Pupa as Piccola

Luree Holmes as Luree

Ed Garner as Ed

Frank Alesia as Frank

Mary Hughes as Mary

Salli Sachse as Salli

Patti Chandler as Patti

Sue Hamilton as Sue

The Bobby Fuller Four as Themselves (Bobby Fuller, Randy Fuller, DeWayne Quirico, Jim Reese)

Elena Andreas as Statue (uncredited)

Herb Andress as Statue (uncredited)

Philip Bent as Beach Boy (uncredited)

Gary Daily as Boy in Blue and White Trunks (uncredited)

Bobbi McCall as Girl in Blue Bikini (uncredited)

Christopher Riordan as Beach Boy (uncredited)

The Grue-Crew and guest host Dirk Rogers take a trip to the beach with one of the last of the Beach Party movies. Wait, what? There’s no beach? No ocean? No surfing? And AIP disliked the product so much that they added Boris Karloff and the whole ghost-in-the-invisible-bikini schtick after the fact?

Well, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966) makes for a nice title. Let’s face it. It’s a bad movie. It’s even a dumb movie. But it can be a fun movie, especially if you love the lame, teen music numbers inserted throughout the film as much as the Grue-Crew do. And even if you despise the music (yeah, the Grue-Crew didn’t like it either – except Doc, of course), you can have fun with this flick.

With Deborah Walley and Tommy Kirk (subbing for Annette and Frankie), Basil Rathbone, Patsy Kelly, Harvey Lembeck (Eric von Zipper!), Jesse White, and Nancy Sinatra, there’s always something to watch. Think “the Three Stooges in an old dark house.”

At the time of this writing, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966) is available to stream from MGM+, Amazon Prime, and several PPV options.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Next in their very flexible schedule – this one chosen by Jeff – is The Shadow of the Cat (1961), a Hammer Film directed by John Gillin, featuring Barbara Shelley and André Morell, recently released as part of Scream Factory’s Universal Horror Collection Vol. 6! 

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave them a message or leave a comment on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel, the site, or email the Decades of Horror: The Classic Era podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com

To each of you from each of them, “Thank you so much for watching and listening!” 

Check out this episode!

[lavender-romancer]

Miscellaneous Film Masterlist

Warrior, This is England, Child 44, Pride, Marvel

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Warrior A Return Requested Tommy Riordan x Reader ♡ You and Tommy were married but when he disappeared four years ago you gave up hope on him ever being alive and resentment towards him grew, what happens when he turns up mysteriously 

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This is England Over the Years Harvey x Reader ♡ Retired ♡ You first met Harvey when you were at school when he would try to impress you, after giving him a chance you're thrust into a relationship that lasts years one two three four

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Child 44 Admit It Leo Demidov x Reader You and Leo have been married for a while but one day when you come home he wants you to be truthful to him

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Pride Fault Mark Ashton x Mike Jackson ♡ Mike has left and in reality, it’s Mark’s fault  New Beginnings Mark x Mike /Joe x Jeff/Jonathan x Gethin ♡ Retired ♡ It’s 2005 and Civil Partnerships have just become legal in the UK, the lives of Jonathan and Gethin will be changed forever when they adopt a little girl one two three

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Marvel All I Need Thor Ordinson x Reader ♡ You and Thor were very happy together and even though he'd once dreamed of a grand Asgardian wedding now all you needed was each other Headcanons Multi x Reader ♡ When You Break Up ♡(I Forgot about Banner Soz)

[palmviewfm]

Hi there, I wanted to double check of you have any banned movies or TV shows for counterparts?

hey,  friend  !  thank  you  for  double  checking with us beforehand !  yes.  we  absolutely  do  have  quite  a  few  that  we  wouldn't  allow  counterparts  for  !  i do feel like they're pretty standard, though. i'll  place  them  under  the  cut  for  you  so  that  you  can  use  it  for  reference  and  i'll  also  be  sure  to  add  it  onto  the  actual list  too  !

shows and movies:

13 reasons why

365 days

american horror story 

attack on titan

avatar / avatar: way of water

bates motel 

biopics 

call me by your name

euphoria

fifty shades of grey

flowers in the attic series / all vc andrews literature and movies

five nights at freddy’s

handmaidens tale

hannibal

hazbin hotel

helluva boss

human centipede 

hush

historical media based on real life humans. ( reign, six the musical, hamilton, etc. )

house of ashes

insatiable 

it

killing, stalking.

life and death

mythology

most animes

the conjuring series

the simpsons

the boys

the last of us

saw

south park

stranger things

speak

until dawn

you

banned characters:

animal characters / inanimate objects / droids, cartoons.

characters with n*zi affiliation / hydra characters.

characters based on a real life person / celebrity. ( hamilton, dickinson, pam and tommy, etc )

greek mythology + other mythology figures.

multiples of the same characters. 

adrian griffin ( the invisible man )

auden scott ( after )

anakin solo ( star wars )

alpha ( the walking dead )

beta ( the walking dead )

chewbacca ( star wars )

chuck bass ( gossip girl )

doctor poison ( DC )

driods ( star wars )

ezra fitz ( pretty little liars )

erik killmonger ( marvel )

earth x characters ( dc )

emery scott ( after )

freddy kruger ( nightmare on elm street )

ghostface ( scream )

general hux ( star wars )

grogu ( star wars )

groot ( marvel )

gigi hawkins ( the resident )

hanniba lector ( hannibal )

ian thomas ( pretty little liars )

joker (DC)

jason voorhees ( friday the 13th )

jason dean ( heathers )

kiilgrave ( marvel )

luke castellan ( riordan )

michael myers ( halloween )

mark jefferson ( life is strange )

marcus richards ( marvel )

negan smith ( the walking dead )

nick goode ( fearstreet )

pietro maximoff ( marvel version only )

redskull ( marvel )

snoke ( star wars )

thanos ( marvel )

the governer ( the walking dead )

the joker ( dc )

the darkling ( shadow and bone )

wanda maximoff ( marvel version only )

[willowsallen]

Hey hey here's your secret santa with some additional questions; first question, how are you doing. Second question: Who is your favorite actor in warrior?

HI BEST FRIEND!!! firstly, i’m good<3 i’m getting ready to go to my friends’ lesbian holiday party!!! they started a lesbian group in their area and i drove a few hours friday night to spend the weekend w them :p and they allowed me, their designated bisexual, to attend so i’m very pumped up!!! and secondly… tom hardy. my beloved. he is my everything<3 TOMMY RIORDAN IS MY BOY!!! TOMMY CONLAN DESERVES THE WORLD!!! i love everything about his character. and i’ve loved tom hardy for so long. just an all around top fav x

[charliehoennam]

2 o’clock stubble

A/N: Filling a request made here by @the-real-cutie-slim-shady. The lines selected were “Jesus Christ. Just lemme shave it for you.” and “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! This is painful, so come help me, you dick!” (I modified the wording a lil bit but the context is very much the same still)              

Pairing: Tommy Riordan Conlon x reader

Word count: 1,432

Warnings: Mentions of PSTD caused by war, physical injury, adult language, fluff (tommy in formal marine dressing should be a trigger warning too, like could yall imagine? I would die omg but also this hasn’t been proofread because it’s almost 1 in da morning and i’m running on fumes) 

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Your eyes can’t stop drifting towards him. The sadness he’s trying his best to chain up in his darkest depths to refrain from release attracts your gaze like a magnet. 

You can tell he’s present, but he’s not really there. He wasn’t cut out of this environment. 

The warmly varnished wood detailing the courtroom, the finely stitched suits of dull colors and words he hadn’t used since college. 

Tommy was always a simple man. But there’s an emptiness to his eyes that makes you hurt; an emptiness that slowly sunk into his steely blue eyes after giving his testimony. They go vacant of emotions as he remembers and describes in detail the truth behind his post abandonment. 

It makes your heart shatter inside your chest; sharp remnants tear up through and settle themselves in your throat, leaving you to bite your lower lips as you struggle to fight back the tears. Tommy’s too proud for pity. He won’t accept any of it, especially from you.

The military bureaucracy had finally come to an end. Tommy’s punishment had been declared as ‘other than honorable’ discharge from the marines and monthly psych evaluations his PTSD required. He went through hell out there, watching his teammates die by the same people they were fighting beside. He lost his sanity in the fiery chaos of war; anyone with a decent mind would. For that, they took ‘pity’ on him. In truth, the military didn’t need a scandal leaking out to the press about the friendly fire committed.

It’s all so bittersweet. Tommy’s free to go, doesn’t have to serve any time but at what cost? He lost the people he trusted the most with his own life. How was he exactly at this point if he had to live with the horrors and screams lodged in the back of his mind?

As solemn as the ambient was, you muster up a smile to camouflage the true nature of your feelings. You were just as relieved as he was once it all over. He stalks over to you in his formal marine uniform, arm hung in a sling after its’ dislocation. A choose he forced onto his brother in the last round in the Sparta competition. He’s quiet and you won’t press him to speak. That’s the last thing he needs at this moment.

The drive is as silent as expected. With his eyes glued to the window and the passing scenery, it’s clear to see he’s far away even though he’s sitting beside you in the passenger seat. Part of you wishes you could have a small glimpse into his thoughts just to try and understand him better, understand what he needs and become more patient with his needs. But the thought of the weight that he carries with him, seeing how it could burden a man as strong as Tommy is quick to silence that part of you. After everything he endured from his father, the nomad life on the road bouncing from city to city with his mom, little stability as she fell ill and he remained helpless. Sure, he could probably bench-press a motorcycle, but it was the emotional strength that you admired so profoundly in him. And the fact that he could still find it in him to be the kindest and most gentle being in the world with you. Now, it was time for that kindness to be repaid.

As a few days went on by, he lightened up on his own time. Much patience and thoughtfulness from your behalf surely had something to do with it. It was nice to see him smile again. Just the sight of it filled you with the warmth of a thousand suns. However, there surely had a different source of impatience from his behalf.

The fucking shoulder.

It hindered him from one of his main anchors of sanity: training. He needed the constant movement to ground him; the physical release of rage and violence in the healthiest of ways. Without it, it was just constant annoyed mumbles and strings of curses. He was in pain and constantly frustrated by the limitation his shoulder enforced onto him. His reaction was only natural. Tommy was a leftie at mostly everything. Changes like these – no matter how temporary – were always challenging to adapt to.

You’re under the warm covers of your bed on a Sunday morning, relishing in the laziness you could indulge just once a week. As you naturally do, you turn on your side looking the muscular frame of your boyfriend. Instead, you find the sheets on his side cold to the touch. You sit up and look around through heavily half-lidded eyes. The light in the bathroom is the giveaway sign of his whereabouts. You move onto your feet and slide his sweatshirt on over your head. You wore very little on during the cold days. The warmth your bodies would share was greater than any pajama could provide. And sure, it was also slightly to entice him into more romantic late-night activities for two.

Coming up toward the light, you lean against the door frame and chuckle to yourself.

“Tommy, what the hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m shaving ‘ere.”

“I can tell, but it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning. Can’t this wait for like another 8 or 9 hours?”

“Jesus, sweetheart. How much sleep do ya need?” To anyone else, his ‘Pittsburghese’ combined with the way his face is scrunched up trying to a specific spot under his chin would have thought he was mocking you or being mean. You know him too well enough to know his sense of humor.

“A lot to put with your stubborn ass. C’mon, babe. Let’s go to bed. It’s cold and I wanna cuddle. And who the fucks shaves at 2 in the morning huh? You got someone on the side I oughta know about?” you smirk, teasing him.

“No, I do not and I sure as hell don’t need one.”

“Then why are you in here cutting up your face?” you can’t help but giggle as you walk over to him, sitting atop the closed toilet seat.

“I got a meeting with these big time dudes tomorrow. Some agents that watched the fights and wanna sponsor me.”

You swear you could feel your heart drop instantly. And you know it wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from you. You should speak or say anything, but you’re frozen with your eyes locked on him.

“Wow! Congratulations, sweetheart. That’s great, I’m proud of you.”

His tone is obviously sarcastic as he looks down at the sink, disappointed and slightly mad.

“I am proud of you, Tommy. Don’t put words in my mouth. I just… Watching you in the octagon was rough, babe. Just because I know you can take a punch doesn’t mean I think people should be swinging at ya.”

“I could handle myself. You know I can.”

“Yeah, I do. But it’s still hard to watch someone you love get slapped and punched around.”

“They gotta hit me first.” He mumbles under his breath, too stubborn to look at you. Moments like these remind you of how childish he can be.

“Look, if this is really what you wanna do, then I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.”

“I really wanna do this, babe. I need to be in the ring again. That’s where I’m meant to be.”

The lower tone in his voice exposes his sincerity. He really wants this because he knows it’ll provide a financially stable future for you both. Deep down, that’s all he wants to do. Just provide for the person he really cares about.

“Technically, you’re meant to be in bed cuddling with me.”

“Don’t be a smartass” he smirks chuckling as you stand back up.

“I thought it’s what you liked most about me.”

There’s that heart-melting smile again, aimed directly at you.

“It’s definitely high up on the list. You really good with this, Y/N?”

“I am. I support you no matter what you decide to do.” You nod locking your eyes in his to make sure your certainly gets across to him. “I will not support this butchered shave though, I’ll tell you that much” you snicker taking the razor from his hand

“Hey, it ain’t funny! This is painful, I’m hurting over here.”

“Christ. Just lemme shave it for you before you cut your lips off too.”

“Nah, I gotta keep those to kiss my sweetheart.” He smirks leaning down to seal the deal with a quick kiss.

[potter-solomons]

Holy hell I was not expecting MY HUBBA TOMMY CONLON showing up all smutty and kitty hungry in my dash today.

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED. AND I AM A MESS.

He's so intense he'd do everything with the same amount of dedication as he has in the octagon.

"“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.”   💀💀💀😭😭😭

I need you Tommy.

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.  

Keep reading

[clairecrive]

"She" - Tommy Conlon x reader [Requested]

A/n: this for @cherry-season. I'm sorry for the long wait, I hope you like it even though I know it's not my best work x

Warnings: implication of smut but not really, fluff

Word count: 987

Tagging: @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby @br0ck-eddie, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @shadow-of-wonder, @fandom--0verdose, @sopxhiea, @fuseburner (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)

"Hey babe, are you ready to go?" Tommy's voice called from the bottom of the stairs of your shared apartment. When after a while he didn't get a response from you he decided to see what you were up to.

You had agreed to go on a date this afternoon. Just a walk around the park and getting food after like you used to in the early stages of your relationship. Taken by your daily scheduled it had been a while since you had spent some quality time together thus why you had come up with the date idea.

Not that there was any rush or anything but you should be ready by now. However, when he saw the light coming from your studio, he immediately knew you were going to be late. Time tended to escape you went you started painting. He had lost count of how many times he had to come up to remind you of the time and coax you to bed.

"Babe?" And as a matter of fact, you head your head bowed over a piece of paper on which you were carefully sketching something. He knew you were in such deep focus that you had tuned out the outside world, your tongue was peeking out between your teeth- that was your telltale.

"Y/n?" he tried again, voice soft in hope to not startle you.

Looks like third time's a charm seeing as he was finally about to catch your attention. Your head snapped up when you heard his voice and you blinked a couple of times as if to regain focus on what was around you.

"Hey, handsome," leaning up you meet him halfway to place a gentle kiss on his lips. A usual greeting between you.

"You lost track of time, didn't you?" He gently observed, cradling your face in his hands. The way they were so much bigger than yours and capable of such violence yet such gentleness never failed to amuse and arouse you.

"Why what time is it?" As they always would whenever your faces were so close, his lusciously plumpy lips caught your eyes, putting you in a trance.

"Half-past five." However, the remainder of the time soon snapped you out of it and your eyes widened as realisation struck you.

"Oh no, I'm late for our date." You exclaimed and were up from your seat in seconds, heading to the bathroom to wash the dirt from your hands before heading to your closet.

"Don't worry about it babe, we have all the time in the world." Tommy's gentle tone reached your ears as you were in the bathroom.

He got comfortable in the seat you were previously occupying and his eyes wandered over your open sketchbook. You had always been very open about your drawings and paintings and art n general with Tommy so he didn't feel like he was intruding or anything since you would have probably talked about what you were currently working on later.

As you made your way out of the bathroom, he had been flicking through the sketches and had noticed a sort of pattern and a familiar object. Every few pages or so, there was a recurring sketch and it looked a lot like his lips.

Now, you had never shied away from admiring his body both under and outside the sheets but this was new. Your love and admiration were generally aimed at his body usually but it looked like you definitely have your favourites. Tommy had never thought that someone could admire a part of his body, which he didn't think was that special anyway, so much so that your sketchbook was full with it.

Not that he was complaining. It was actually making him feel special, in a way.

And horny.  That too.

If it had been a while since you've spent some quality time together, one can only imagine how long it has been since you've been intimate. Which, wasn't a problem for Tommy, he was used to going through dry spells when a tournament was approaching, but it definitely had its effects on him.

Like, him getting pathetically hard while flicking through your sketches.

Then you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and he was done for.

Licking his lips, he put the sketches away where he had found them and gave you his undivided attention. You had headed towards your wardrobe and were about to choose an outfit for your date, you felt his arms circle your waist. Then his lips left a quick kiss on your bare shoulder.

You were about to ask him what's up when he pressed against you and you definitely understood what was up.

"Not to be a party-pooper, but we're already late."

"Well, then why not postpone it completely and do some other things?" he murmured in between trailing kisses on your skin. You tilted your head to give him more space, his hold on you tightened as he pulled you closer to his chest.

His hand trailed up to the edge of the towel and slowly pushed it down, consequently loosening the knot that was keeping it up. You were lost to the feeling, the softness of his lips, the warmth of his body wrapped around you, the pressure of both his hands and the tent in his pants that you could only yield to the feeling.

There will be other dates.

[westernwoods]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better. thank you for tagging me, @stressedinadress ♡

relationship status: single rip

favorite color: pink

lipstick or chapstick: lipstick

last song i listened to: tommy’s party by peach pit

last movie i watched: space camp

top three tv shows: new girl, law and order svu, and e.r.

three ships: river x payton (the poltician), cece x schmidt (new girl), and olivia x casey (svu, never canon but a girl can dream)

books i’m currently reading: code girls by liza mundy and the lost hero by rick riordan

i’m tagging @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl @aprilaady @daughter-of-ophelia @punkgeekchic @archaicmusings and @catchmeifyacam if y’all want to! ♡

[lavender-romancer]

Can you make an angsty Tommy Conlon x Reader but its a fluff/happy end? Thank you! (Don't know if you want requests to be precised? Sorry 😅)

A Return 

Tommy Riordan x reader

You and Tommy were married but when he disappeared four years ago you gave up hope on him ever being alive and resentment towards him grew, what happens when he turns up mysteriously 

”*°•.˜”*°•. ˜”*°•. ˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

He wasn’t alright and neither were you, sitting across from your husband you hadn’t seen for four years you tried ever so hard not to kill him. He had been sitting on your porch when you got home from work and you nearly fainted, using the railing on the steps for support. You wanted to be sick but held it in.

“Wha-a… what are- where were…” but your words failed you, you had none and you ungracefully collapsed to your knees and dropped your work bags. Tommy quickly came over to you and sat next to you. I wanted to see you.“ Tommy put a hand on your waist and helped you stand. When you gained your balance you punched him square in the nose and pushed passed him to get inside your house. 

Shutting him out you sunk to the floor and cried whilst viciously shaking, you felt like you were having a seizure because there wasn’t any self-control you could muster to believe what you just saw. You just let yourself react to what had just happened as Tommy called your name from through the door to let him “explain the shit storm”. It felt like forever but it was only ten minutes, Tommy was leaning on your door, drinking as he was when you saw him first and you sat against the door with your head in your hands.“Are you real?” You called, turning your head towards the door.

“Yeah, baby. I’m real.” He was drunk but you knew he could still hold himself and you believed him so you opened the door and then walked away to go into the kitchen.

Tommy wasn’t stupid, he was drunk but he knew he could hold himself so he shut the door behind him before nearly stumbling. He steadied himself and then sat down on the sofa.

“Do you want coffee?“ You asked from the kitchen in a small voice but Tommy choked up. Hearing your voice and seeing some of their stuff in the front room and smelling your scent in his inebriated state made him bawl.

Walking back in to find a crying little boy in place of the bulky man that you left was starting to you but you knew the signs all too well of trauma. When he came home the first time after a few months in Iraq, he was so changed that you had to change with him and support him through the PTSD and the trauma he always felt. You slowly took the alcohol bottle from his hand and placed it on the coffee table before kneeling in front of him.

“Sshh now Tommy, it’s okay darling. I’m here now. Focus on me, focus on how slow I’m talking and how my mouth moves. Try to say what I say,” you held his face with your hands either side of it to make sure you had the best chance of him looking at you, you repeated the sentences until he was saying them in unison with you.

“I’m sorry.” He choked again and put his head in his hands. You looked at how he’d anxiously sweat through all his clothing and sighed.

“Come on, into the kitchen,” you held out your hand and his larger one took it, following you through the foreign house. You helped him out of his sweaty coat and hoodie, hanging up the coat he putting the hoodie in the washing machine. Slowly walking to a cupboard at the end of the room you sighed and pulled out one of his old bigger T-shirts, your inability to let go being displayed to him as you helped him out of his sweaty shirt and gave him a new one.

Hopping up on the counter you leant back on the cupboards and looked at Tommy, confused and drunk, you hated the smell of him because that wasn’t his smell. Tommy looked at you from across the kitchen and didn’t know what to do.“Thank you.” He said quietly but you waved it off.

“You’d do the same thing for me.” You decided as he grew a few steps closer to you, you glared at him and he stopped, “Go sit down, I’ll heat up some food.” Jumping off the counter you turned your back to the man you didn’t know anymore.

Tommy slowly sulked away and sat in the sitting room, closing his eyes in an attempt to sleep. Boiling some water allowed you to drown out the sound of him moving in the other room. You leant your elbows on the countertop and held your head in your hands as you silently cried your heart out. How were you supposed to deal with this, with him? You were living your life, you couldn’t let anyone in but you were surviving and you were proud of yourself for that. Tommy had controlled your life even when he wasn’t in it and you were so scared to go back to the normality you’d been missing. It had been years and you could never forget the loneliness you felt when he stopped contacting you or the betrayal when you knew he was still in the forces but not writing to you or Skyping you.

Standing up straight you wiped your eyes as the water had boiled and no sound could mask your crying anymore. Walking to the fridge you saw some leftover pasta and portioned it into two bowls- heating it up in the microwave you sighed, looking at the revolving bowls. It suddenly dawned on you how strangely domestic this was, a tired husband coming home and a dutiful wife making dinner and you hated it. You hated that you had to be the responsible one who did everything and he couldn’t just survive on his own. There had to be a reason he came back to you after all this time.

You turned back to the kettle and made two coffees, making his stronger than yours because you needed him to stay up and tell you what the fuck was going on. You put the small dinner on the small table in your small kitchen and sighed, walking into the front room you told Tommy in a muffled voice that there was food and he stood up.

The man looked like he hadn’t had a good meal in a while, even though he looked in shape but, his eyes were sad and red. He was drunk and he’d been crying so you needed to get some food into him to try and sober him up so he’d be able to talk. Following you into the kitchen Tommy was just as silent as you and it became an uncomfortable silence where you tried to forget he was there by going on your phone and seeing on your calendar what you had planned for the rest of the week. It didn’t work. You could hear his oddly familiarly eating noises and saw the frame in front of you that you hadn’t seen in years, even the way he held his knife and fork was familiar and it made you so angry that you remembered everything.  Tommy controlled your life and he had hardly said two words to you.

“Why are you here?” you asked when you finished eating, Tommy had finished a time ago because he practically swallowed the plate whole with the speed he ate his meal.

“What do you want me to say? I needed to see you and that’s it.” He looked down sadly.

“That’s not good enough and you know it.” You stood up and took your plate to the sink to wash up.

“Do you want some fucking narrative? A book? Huh Y/n? I’m not that kind of fucking sweet person anymore babe so don’t go expecting me to produce some sort of sonnet!” He stood up so quickly that his chair screeched against the wooden flooring and made you jump. You turned around with tears in your eyes.

“No, Tommy. I don’t want a fucking narrative. I want a fucking explanation about where the last four years have gone and where you goddamn loyalty to us resides in your dead excuse of a heart!” You screamed, getting close to him with anger in your eyes.

“I’m not talking about it, it’s my shit okay! It’s not something you can try to swoop in and fix like you tried with me before. All your fucking love and affection bullshit after mom died or when she got sick and you fuckin tried to be all angelic by following a dumb teenager like me when you thought we were in love. It’s not like that so don’t try that stupid shit with me.” Tommy yelled right next to your face with a finger pointed at your face. You were stunned into silence so you walked out into the toilet and locked it.

He called for you to get out here and talk to him properly for a few minutes before he realised you weren’t coming out to see him. Tomy could hear your soft cries and his heart longed to hold you and tell you he didn’t mean it and that in the last couple of years he’d had to defend himself so much that he didn’t respond well to being challenged. He was a different man to the one you knew and Tommy didn’t know how to make it any better because he wasn’t as good a person as before the marines- he’d lost you and that had fucked him up beyond belief. Tommy also knew it wasn’t an excuse, or at least not a good one but it was the only way to explain his outbursts.

“Do you want me to wait for you or go?” Tommy asked, slumped against the door. He looked at his brown paper bag of cheap vodka on the side table and hated how he longed for it.

“Wait for me.” You whispered through the crack in the door.

It was almost an hour later when the smell of air freshener and leach became too much to handle and you open the door to Tommy quickly scrambling to get up and out of the way. Only a few seconds passed before you pushed yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle, you didn’t want to be angry with him or argue and for now without questions he was back and you could hold him for now.

Tommy knew it wasn’t perfect but for now, at least the war was over.

[writinandwanderin]

Tough Read

Tommy Conlon (Warrior) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1528

Reader meets Paddy at the VA and she becomes a staple in the house.

Warnings: Nothing really just some light makin out.  Let me know if y’all think there should be a part 2 bc I could def write one

No one is supposed to fall in love with the guy like Tommy Conlon. He’s the type of guy that you fuck, and then you leave, or he leaves you, whichever comes first.  No one thought Tommy would be the guy I would end up with.  Little virgin me when I met him, a fucking virgin at 24 if you can believe that.  I met Tommy through Paddy, who I was helping out. Paddy needed a friend and I had free evenings.  I really like Paddy, he’s a sweet guy, trying to make up for the mistakes in his past. He had just started training Tommy when I showed up.  I showed up one day to bring Paddy some dinner, and was greeted by the angriest man I’d ever seen.  This, of course, was Tommy, and he greeted me in, what I came to find out, was the most Tommy way possible.

“Whatever the fuck you’re selling we’re not interested.”

“Uh, I’m not selling anything, is, uh, Paddy here?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Um, my name’s Y/N, I came to bring Paddy dinner.”

Paddy appeared then, looking apologetic,

“Took my problems to the VA, Tommy, just like you said.”

Tommy looks me up and down, and then stalks off into the house.  As I became more and more of a staple in the house and Paddy’s life, Tommy and I ended up interacting more.  He and I got along decently well, and when he made it into the tournament in Miami, Paddy asked me to be his “manager.”  Apparently, Paddy was the trainer, and I was the manager.  I don’t know how common it is to be half in love with your client, but we made it work.  I would do the talking, and Paddy would answer questions about training, regime, diet, weight class, and the rest.  Tommy wouldn’t say anything, just look angry and surly, which I said was perfect for him.  He scowled to hide his smile.

It was at the press open house where Tommy first saw Brendan.  He was sitting next to me, looking sulky, while Paddy talked to a couple of reporters.  I felt Tommy tense, coiled like a spring, and when I look up I can see Brendan.  I only knew him from photos in Paddy’s house, neither of them ever talked about him. It’s disconcerting how normal he looks. He really does just look like a dad, a high school teacher.  He’s looking at Tommy, and Tommy immediately gets up.  I touch his shoulder, but he’s already leaving.  I tell Paddy we’ll be back, and rush out after him.

“Tommy-“

“Let go.”

“Listen, you can’t just walk out like-“

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Tommy, you have to do this thing right.  The money is one thing, but when you win this, you’ll be a big name, and at least sitting and sulking in front of the cameras is necessary.  Me and Paddy will do all the talking, you don’t have to say anything.  Just come back inside.”

I hate pleading with him, it makes me feel weak, but it’s not like I can do anything else.  It would just make him angrier and the cameras would eat it up.  Tommy stares at me, hard, like he’s trying to catch me lying, and then says,

“I’m not talking to him.”

“You don’t have to.  You don’t have to talk to anyone.”

He stares at me for another minute, and then goes back inside. Brendan is still looking, and I touch Tommy’s bicep to let him know I’m not going anywhere.

I pretty much end up sleeping at Tommy and Paddy’s shared hotel room. Tommy is still tense, and snaps at everybody.  I had to talk Paddy of a ledge for 45 minutes after Tommy said something to him at the casino, and Paddy ended up crying and I tucked him into bed myself, pouring all the mini liquor bottles down the drain for good measure.  Tommy walks in at 3am, and he throws me an angry look before walking to his room.  I follow without hesitation.  He just acts like I’m not there, and begins stripping to get into the shower.  Fuck.

“Tommy,” I say, as he strips off his shirt and pants, standing only in his boxers before me, “I don’t know what you said to Paddy and I don’t need to know, but whatever you said really hurt him.  I know you won’t apologize and I get that it was partially because of the fight, but he has to be present at these fights to train you, you know that right?”

“I don’t fuckin care what he thinks,” Tommy spits, his gaze burning through me.

“Jesus, Tommy, just treat him with some respect,” I snap.

“He doesn’t deserve it.  He’s told you his little sob story, but you don’t know the half of it.  Yeah, I’ll stay focused, don’t you worry about me.”

He stalks off, and I know there’s nothing I can do.  So, I just pass out on the couch, and try to pretend I imagined somebody pushing the hair out of my face an hour later.

Each fight was the same, Tommy left the room, came back five minutes later and immediately wrapped himself in my arms.  I held him, touched his hair, his shoulders, whispered about anything other than the fights.  He comes back shaking with anger after the fight against Mad-Dog, and presses his forehead into my shoulder.  I don’t pretend to know where this intimacy his coming from, but I just accept it.  We both ignore it in the hotel room, I sit want watch TV with Paddy while Tommy skulks in his room.

The news comes during the night.  Someone had tape of Tommy saving those soldiers, and the next thing I knew MPs were knocking on the door, not looking for Tommy Riordan, but for Tommy Conlon.  Paddy and I spend the whole day convincing them not to take Tommy until after the final. Tommy’s no help, of course, he just keeps staring at the screen, where Manny’s wife’s interview is played over and over.  He doesn’t look away even when I turn it off.

Eventually the MPs agree they’ll take him after the fight.  The press and the crowd are eating up this turn of events, but Tommy and I don’t talk about it.  We don’t really say anything.  The MPs stand watch in the room, Paddy has disappeared, and I’m just sitting, watching Tommy, waiting.  

They come and get Tommy for the final.  He looks at me, wanting something I couldn’t see.  

“You’ll be fine,” I say, smoothing the hoodie he’s wearing.  He doesn’t say anything.

That’s the fight I watch, and Tommy is so broken by the end of it I can hardly breathe.  When he and Brendan walk out, supporting each other, I sprint so I can meet them in the hall. They make it all the way to the parking lot before I get to them, and I go up to Tommy, touching him, and he collapses on me, crying in earnest, telling me he’s sorry.

“Tommy, there’s nothing to be sorry for, nothing.”

“I lost-“

“It’s okay, Tommy, you’re fine, that’s all that matters.”

Brendan looks at me, and helps me take Tommy to the medical area.  They clear them both, taping Tommy’s cracked rib and giving him something for pain, which I slip in my pocket.  I take him to the room they had laid out for the finalists. The MPs are still there, but I refuse to let them take him in state.  I end up saying that they can arrest me if he’s gone by morning, and I half drag him to the hotel.  Brendan trails behind, looking after us.  I clean Tommy’s wounds with a damp cloth at the hotel room, kneeling in between his legs on the bed.  He looks down at me and says,

“I just couldn’t.  I couldn’t. His fucking kids needed it and I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay Tommy.  There’ll be other fights.  You’ve done so much for Manny’s family, she’ll understand.”

“I hate that he’s still my brother.  He abandoned me and my mom and I still couldn’t do it.”

“You still love him, and that’s okay.”

Tommy leans his forehead against my shoulder again, and I let him rest there, cleaning the bruised and bloodied knuckles on his hand.  His other hand, already bandaged, reaches and buries itself in my hair.  I tell myself I won’t let him kiss me, not that he would want to, because it’s just after the fight and I’d be looking to get my heart broken, but when he does press his mouth to mine, and don’t say anything, just let him explore my mouth as he pulls me onto his lap.  After a while, he starts plucking at my shirt, but I pull back,

“Not tonight, Tommy.  Not with the rib and the pain meds.”

A ghost of a smile flits across Tommy’s face.

“They taped it, unless you plan on getting rough.”

“If this offer still stands when we get back to Pittsburgh, I just might.”

[whatisthiswitchcraft]

books I read in 2018! (not including rereads, favorites are bolded!)

Shortcomings - Adrian Tomine

Skim - Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki

Tina’s Mouth: An Existential Comic Diary - Keshni Kashyap

Turning Japanese: A Graphic Memoir - Marinaomi

Killing and Dying - Adrian Tomine

Take What You Can Carry - Kevin C. Pyle

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Riotous Flesh: Women, Physiology, and the Solitary Vice in Nineteenth-Century America - April R. Haynes

Finder: Voice - Carla Speed McNeil

Witches Abroad - Terry Pratchett

Interpreter of Maladies - Jhumpa Lahiri

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

We Are Never Meeting In Real Life - Samantha Irby

Priestdaddy - Patricia Lockwood

What We Lose - Zinzi Clemmons

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours - Helen Oyeyemi

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Ship of the Dead - Rick Riordan

Strange Practice - Vivian Shaw

The Best We Could Do - Thi Bui

Kindred: A Graphic Novel - Octavia Butler, Damian Duffy, John Jennings

Will Do Magic for Small Change - Andrea Hairston

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee

Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil - John Berendt

Salt Houses - Hala Alyan

March: Book One - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Two - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Three - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

Sing, Unburied, Sing - Jesmyn Ward

The Power - Naomi Alderman

Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White - Lila Quintero Weaver

Blood Justice: The Lynching of Mack Charles Parker - Howard Smead

Warriors Don’t Cry - Melba Pattillo Beals

Moonshot: The Indigenous Comics Collection - ed. Hope Nicholson

Monstress: Awakening - Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda

Boundless - Jillian Tamaki

The Cooking Gene: A Journey Through African American Culinary History in the Old South - Michael W. Twitty

Speak: The Graphic Novel - Laurie Halse Anderson and Emily Carroll

A Raisin in the Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me - Janet Mock

Bingo Love - Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, Joy San

Vietnamerica - G.B. Tran

Incognegro: A Graphic Mystery - Mat Johnson and Warren Pleece

Arab in America - Toufic El Rassi

Diary of a Reluctant Dreamer: Undocumented Vignettes from a Pre-American Life - Alberto Ledesma

Tell the Wolves I’m Home - Carol Rifka Brunt

The Immortalists - Chloe Benjamin

The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson

Little Fires Everywhere - Celeste Ng

The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley - Malcolm X and Alex Haley

All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes - Maya Angelou

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body - Roxane Gay

Deer Woman: An Anthology - ed. Elizabeth LaPensée and Weshoyot Alvitre

Bloods: Black Veterans of the Vietnam War - Wallace Terry

The Merry Spinster: Tales of Everyday Horror - [Daniel] Mallory Ortberg

It’s All Absolutely Fine: Life Is Complicated So I’ve Drawn It Instead - Ruby Elliot

The Book of Unknown Americans - Cristina Henríquez

Through the Woods - Emily Carroll

The World Only Spins Forward: The Ascent of Angels in America - Isaac Butler and Dan Kois

Tributaries - Laura Da’

On the Bus With Rosa Parks - Rita Dove

Full-Metal Indigiqueer - Joshua Whitehead

Whereas: Poems - Layli Long Soldier

Not Your Villain - C.B. Lee

My Body is a Book of Rules - Elissa Washuta

Mis(h)adra - Iasmin Omar Ata

All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages - ed. Saundra Mitchell

This is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare - Gabourey Sidibe

Crazy Brave - Joy Harjo

Harriet the Spy - Louise Fitzhugh

The Lesser Blessed - Richard Van Camp

A Burst of Light: and Other Essays - Audre Lorde

The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart

My Brother’s Husband, Vol. I - Gengoroh Tagame

When You Reach Me - Rebecca Stead

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 1)  - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

Honor Girl - Maggie Thrash

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

The Prince and the Dressmaker - Jen Wang

Leah on the Offbeat - Becky Albertalli

The Summer of Jordi Perez (and the Best Burger in Los Angeles) - Amy Spalding

How to be Black - Baratunde Thurston

Bury What We Cannot Take - Kirstin Chen

No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach - Anthony Bourdain

Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook - Anthony Bourdain

Our Dead Behind Us - Audre Lorde

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 2)  - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell: Tales of a 6'4, African American, Heterosexual, Cisgender, Left-Leaning, Asthmatic, Black and Proud Blerd, Mama's Boy, Dad, and Stand-Up Comedian - W. Kamau Bell

There There - Tommy Orange

Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl - Andrea Lawlor

Jonny Appleseed - Joshua Whitehead

Just the Funny Parts: ... And a Few Hard Truths About Sneaking Into the Hollywood Boys’ Club - Nell Scovell

Perma Red - Debra Magpie Earling

Toil and Trouble - Mairghread Scott

Kissing God Goodbye - June Jordan

Wade in the Water - Tracy K. Smith

Reincarnation Blues - Michael Poore

Nepantla: An Anthology [Queer Poets of Color] - ed. Christopher Soto

Not Here: Poems - Hieu Minh Nguyen

Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession - Alice Bolin

Trail of Lightning - Rebecca Roanhorse

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl’s Confabulous Memoir - Kai Cheng Thom

Taproot: A Story about a Gardener and a Ghost - Keezy Young

The Witch Boy - Molly Knox Ostertag

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson

Don’t Call Us Dead - Danez Smith

Bright Dead Things - Ada Limon

The Poet X - Elizabeth Acevedo

Citizen Illegal - Jose Olivarez

American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin - Terrance Hayes

for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf - Ntozake Shange

The Carrying - Ada Limon

Mercury: An Intimate Biography of Freddie Mercury - Lesley-Ann Jones

Unclaimed Baggage - Jen Doll

A River of Stars - Vanessa Hua

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

Barbie Chang - Victoria Chang

Corazon - Yesika Salgado

Chemistry - Weike Wang

Number One Chinese Restaurant - Lillian Li

Lucy and Linh - Alice Pung

My Favorite Thing is Monsters - Emil Ferris

The Plant Messiah: Adventures in Search of the World's Rarest Species - Carlos Magdalena

The Incendiaries - R.O. Kwon

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Dumplin’ - Julie Murphy

How Long ‘Til Black Future Month? - N.K. Jemisin

My Sister, the Serial Killer - Oyinkan Braithwaite

Unapologetic: a Black, Queer, and Feminist Mandate for Radical Movements - Charlene Carruthers

[charliehoennam]

quiet now.

A/N: Filling out a request made by @druukkari​​. I’m sorry this took a while to finally post. Work has been cra-zy. Hope you enjoy it. Lemme know what you think! 

Pairing: Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

Word count: 1,822 (he’s got a special place in my heart ok)

Warnings: none; just fluff; maybe language? 

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Your phone call barely lasted over 2 hours. Some people would say that Tommy didn’t talk much. 

You knew better than anyone that he was simply selective. Sure, he didn’t talk much…to people he didn’t really care about or people he knew were more curious about his return than his overall well-being. 

The ones he really opened up to were few. You were one of them, yet sometimes it was little hard to believe it. 

But nights like this one – where you would spend hours on the phone, sprawled out on your bed and staring at the ceiling just talking – confirmed that he had a special place in his heart for you. Despite being a man of few words, he could go on for hours on just about anything.

When he mentioned that his dad would be out for a couple nights on a retreat with his AA group, you took the opportunity to make a pleasant surprise.

The cardboard is warm against the palm of your hand as your shoes tap against the pavement. Your mouth has been watering from the delicious aroma of the pizza you picked up, but you’ve resisted the urge to steal a slice on the walk over in order to savor it with Tommy. The six-pack beer bottles clink against one in the plastic bag hung from your hand with every step you take. The thought of seeing him fills you with excitement. You can’t even wipe away the smile as you walk up to his house and up the porch steps. Moments after you knock on the door, you can heard Tommy’s heavy footsteps approaching from the other side.

“Y/N. What are you doing here, sweetheart? I thought you were headed home from work.”

“I was, but I thought I’d surprise you and bring some pizza to have some bonding time.”

“That’s uh, that’s nice of ya” he says scratching the back of his neck.

You forget how new this is to him; having someone care enough to go out of their way just to see him. He’s not upset with your surprise visit, but you can tell he seems rather confused as to what to do. It hurts to think about how foreign it is to someone who deserves all the affection in the world; to someone who’s faced so much pain throughout his entire life.

“Come on in.”

He moves to the side to open the door wider as you step inside. Though you had expected him to have a more enthusiastic reaction, the smile on your lips is rather committed to staying there.

“I uh brought us some beer too. I hope that’s okay. You said your dad wasn’t home, right?”

“Yeah, he’s not. He’s on that retreat I told you ‘bout.”

As you set the pizza down on the dining table along with the plastic bag of booze, the candid laughter from the tv catches your attention.

“Seinfeld? Really?” you smirk teasing him.

“I fell asleep. It was on when I woke up which was just now.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

“Don’t sweat it” he says opening  a beer. “You uh really didn’t have to any of this, y/n.”

“I wanted to. I just wanted to see you honestly.”

His smile is shy and sincere although, deep down, he doesn’t really believe he deserves such care.

“Thank you.”

Deciding to call it quits after your third slice and second beer, you find yourself soon on his couch watching Back To The Future. You’ve both seen it plenty of times, you know the plot like the back of your hand. Its’ only purpose is to fill the silence in the house. You both had a long day; he’d already mentioned a heated argument he’d had with his father. The silence is rather peaceful in his presence. Judging by his composure, he’s enjoying it too. Just being together, not doing anything more than simply existing and forgetting all worries.

His hand is tingling with the urge to reach around you; the urge to hold you close. He can’t stop thinking about how he let it get to this point after everything he’s lived through. The feeling wells up inside of him, encouraging him to just lift his arm though it seems to weigh a ton.

From the corner of your eyes, you notice his gaze shooting around the room and his fingers rubbing against his palm. He’s fidgeting on his side of the couch like there are ants in his pants; nibbling on his bottom lip like he’s nibbling on the words stuck in his throat. You begin to wonder if it’s your presence making him uncomfortable. Does he want you to leave and doesn’t want to come off rude by asking you? The thought that it might makes you worry until you finally turn to look to him.

“Tommy, is everything alright? You seem a little uncomfortable.”

“What? Oh, no. No, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? If it’s me, I can leave. It’s not a problem. I know you were sleeping before I got here.”

“No! No, it’s not you. Well, I-I mean it is. Sorta.”

“It’s OK, you can tell me” you smile trying to encourage him. From the way he looks away from your gaze, you already know it’s something difficult for him so you let him take his time.

“I just uh feel pretty awkward sitting so far from you.”

“Would you like me to sit closer?” He nods raising his eyes towards the TV to avoid facing your reaction.

As you scoot closer to his side, you surprise him by gently lifting his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders. His eyes are immediately back on you as he glances at your hand resting on his draping forearm, stroking the delicate hairs and he swears his heart could melt.

“How’s this?”

“Perfect” he nods hypnotized by your sudden affection. The world seems to stop when he feels your hand sliding to rest on his abdomen; your head tucked between his shoulder and the crook of his neck. The silence from the room seeps into his skin from your touch and settles in his mind. Finally, peace.

Halfway through the film, you feel his head weighting against your own. His breathing slowly grows deeper and steadier as his body slowly goes limp. He’s falling asleep. You smile to yourself, sliding your hand up his chest.

“Tommy…” his eyes quickly burst open with a hum. “You’re sleeping. Come on, let’s get you to bed so you can rest better.

“No, no. I’m good, I’m good.” He hesitates, clearing his throat as he tries to capture how much of the movie he missed.

He even reaches for the back of your head to reassure you, massaging your scalp as he gently pulls your head back against his shoulder. You let him because you know he’s going to fall asleep again and you can’t help but smile at the stubbornness the Conlon boys are famed for.

Within less 5 minutes, you feel him drifting off again and decide to make him rest. The lack of sound and light wakes him up in addition with your movement away from his body.

“Hey, why’d you turn it off? I was watching that.”

“No, you were sleeping and I’m getting you to bed.”

As you stand up, you take his hands into yours and tug on them with an inviting smile.

“Come on, you stubborn ol’ thing. I’ll even tuck you in.”

He groans, but obeys nonetheless.

With eyes droopy from exhaustion, he leads you up to his old room littered with his past. Awards, trophies, photos, medals hung up on the walls. Even though the furniture had been slightly updated, someone still clung to the past. Granted it was most likely his father, you can tell by the way Tommy’s bed is made, he’s still clinging to his military habits as well.

He plops down on his bed after pulling the covers down, relishing in the comfort it instantly provides.

“There you go. Isn’t that better?” you ask with a smile as you pull the covers over him. “Now don’t you worry about me. I’ll see myself out.”

Just before you can pull away, his hand reaches for your wrist.

“Don’t. Don’t go.”

Looking down at him, you search for confirmation in his pleading blue eyes. There’s no malice. No thought of apparent sexual desires. You wouldn’t deny him even if there was, but you find rather sweet that there isn’t. He just wants to be with you too.  

“Stay with me. Sleep here. It’s late. Ain’t safe to walk home at this time. And I really want you to stay. Please?”

“As long as you want me to.”

You flash him a warm smile to assure him before kicking off your shoes.

“Is it alright if I take off my pants? I can’t sleep in jeans.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll keep my hands to myself. You can borrow one of my sweats if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

“Nah, I don’t mind.”

Of course you don’t. You want him to touch you, you want him to see you. You want him in every way you could have him, but he has a pace that you respect too deeply to hasten.

As you turn your back to him for some faux privacy, you can almost feel his eyes tracing over your legs and your ass. It pulls a smirk from you, but you quickly wipe it away to stay decent. Tugging the lamp cord to shut the light off, he lifts the covers to invite you underneath. You lay down on your side and gently pull him closer.

“C’mere. I got you, Tommy.”

He hesitates for a moment, but follows your lead. Being held is different for him. He’s usually doing the holding. Always the big spoon, never the little and too embarrassed to ask to be. However, the fact you seem to almost read his mind and it just warms him up within. He wishes he could express his feelings for you with more honesty and courage and he will, in his own time. He promises to himself that very night to always treat you with the same level of affection and kindness you’ve shown him - if not, more - for all the care and patience you’ve given him. He couldn’t more grateful to have you and he swears to let you know. But for now, all he can do savor the warmth of your touch as he turns his back to you, letting you coil an arm around him. He can’t help but think how your legs seem tangle into each other like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your nails stroking his chest with such tenderness becomes his lullaby. And for the first time in a long time, the silence isn’t as loud as it used to be for Tommy Conlon.

[iamkatehardy]

Imagine soothing Tommy after a fight.

Based on suggestions made by @chellestrash​ and @trina44sb​ ❤ Thank you, babes! I’ll make it up to you in my Tommy’s multichapter!❤❤

Warnings: smutish?

(This is too short to tag people, I guess, so I didn’t bother y’all 😶🙈)

Tournaments were always nerve-racking for Tommy; the closer he was to win, the worse it actually got. Fight after fight, it became just as psychological as it was physical, with fighters trying to demoralize their opponent in all sorts of ways. Although you hated seeing Tom fighting, for fear that he would get hurt, you knew his sensitive character and feelings well enough to know he needed your unwavering support and love more than ever, so you agreed to accompany him to the tournament.

After another distressing fight, you returned to the hotel. Tommy was in a terrible state; he was exhausted, his face was bruised, cut and swollen. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his muscles and bones, while you retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom and brought it to the bedroom. Although he refused help at first, not wanting to show any weakness, you kneeled in front him and started cleaning his wounds anyway. The pain from touching the wounds startled him and he winced a bit when applied the medicine; before bandaging him, you soothingly blowing on wounds, so they wouldn’t sting as bad.

“You’re doing great, but you need to relax a little, Tommy”

“I don’t know if I can.” – Exhaling loudly, he buried his face on his palms.

“Hey, look at me.” - You got up and sat by his side, gently kissing his shoulder, then his neck and finally his lips, when he uncovered his face. – “You’re my warrior.” – You reached for his hand and threaded your fingers through his, reassuringly.

A small smile formed on his lips and he squeezed your hand gently, before he brought it to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles in turn.

“What do you say we use the jacuzzi in the balcony? The hot water will help the soreness and you can even get a massage, in exchange for some kisses…” - Gently nuzzling your nose against his cheek, you chuckled.

He looked out at the setting sun for a minute; it was as beautiful as ever, definitely the perfect scenario to have a romantic moment with you.

“Now that's an offer I can't refuse…” – Tommy made up his mind and picked you up, walking you to the balcony and kissing you all along the way.

Tommy undressed himself and slipped into the hot Jacuzzi, closing his eyes and taking a deep, relaxing breath. When he opened his beautiful eyes again, they sparkled in the sun, like precious stones; they were sparkling even more when you moved closer, slowly undressing yourself for him and revealing the lacy lingerie set he had offered you on Christmas. When you slipped into the water, Tommy immediately reached for you, claiming your lips in a demanding kiss.

“Come here, baby.” – Leaning against the wall of the Jacuzzi, you made space for him between your legs and he sat there, encircled by your thighs.

You started massaging his shoulders slowly, working his tight muscles lovingly; your hands were gentle and each touch was heavenly soothing. Kneading his back and shoulders, you found the sore spots and gently softened them. After a while, your lips were helping to relief the tension around his neck and shoulders as well and you could feel the squeeze of his hand on your thigh in response. Nibbling his earlobe softly, you ran your hands up and down his chest.

There’s only so much a man can take. Tommy shifted position, leaning against the Jacuzzi wall and pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle him. His fingertips ran along the lace of your underwear, his eyes hungrily scanning every inch of your skin

“You know, as much as I love that lingerie, I’d love you to take it off.” – Playing with the waistband of your panties, he trailed hot kisses up your throat to your ear, growling lowly.

“As much I’d love to do that, I’d prefer you to.” – Closing your eyes, you drew his lower lip between your teeth, guiding his hands to your breasts.

“Who am I to refuse my Queen’s demand?” -  He muttered into your lips, pulling your body against his, so that you could feel his raging erection.

Delicately tracing the lace with his fingers, he undressed you with agonizing slowness, kissing every bit of skin revealed with satin softness. Before long, his face was buried between your breasts and his hand buried between your thighs.

“Oh, Tommy…” – Moaning into his hair, you grinded your hips against his with need.

After getting rid of his own underwear even more quickly than he had stripped yours, he finally guided his engorged cock inside you, making you gasp in delight at the sensation. Tommy gently grabbed your hair, kissing you hard and long.  His thrusts were slow, deep, intense, each one of them deliciously merging your bodies. Moaning his name lowly, you met his thrusts with yours, urging him to love you harder; when he did, your back arched with pleasure and your fingernails dug a little deeper into his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” – His lips tenderly explored your breasts, drugging you with soft kisses and bites.

Despite loving the way his warm tongue teased your nipples, you lifted his chin to face you, to see the blissful expression in your face as he stroked your insides powerfully. The sight made him pound harder into your melting sheath, causing you to shiver with need.

“Harder, love.” - A delicious ecstasy started building inside you, so unbelievably good you longed for more.

No longer thinking of anything but the need to feel you fully, Tommy complied, increasing the pace of his movements inside you. He could feel his cock throbbing like mad, as your inner walls embraced his length even tighter than before. Your hand slid down his chest to his stomach, feeling every ripped muscle beneath your fingertips, as you laid your head back in total surrender. Before long, you could feel him pushing deep within you, the warmth of his seed flooding your womb as your walls exploded around his cock, trying to swallow it whole.

“God, I love you.”

“Not more than I do.”

With your forehead resting on his, you breathed against each other’s lips, caressing each other’s faces with your warm fingertips. The slow kisses that followed made Tommy weak to his knees, but they sure as hell were responsible for giving him the strength to face the whole world as well; you did, your love did.

[hecatemoon87]

Pretty sure @potter-solomons just died and then returned lol

Love Tommy! This was a wonderful surprise and lovely addition to Hardy Fan Fic ❤️

Drowned - A Tommy Conlon/Reader Smut Drabble.

A little surprise for my darling @potter-solomons​! Apparently there isn’t enough Tommy smut, so Imma try my best to change that!

Words - 319

Warnings - Pure filth. 18+ only, y’all!

“Fuck yeah, darlin’. Ride my face.”

And you do. Your hips serpentine, your wet folds dragging over his plump lips, his chin, his nose, getting yourself off on the angles of his face, just as he wanted, soaking him with your dew. His tongue darts out, catching your sensitive, swollen clit, your mewl filling the room as you continue to rock back and forth, back and forth.

You whine, utterly lost in him, hands tugging at his hair, his tongue swiping through your folds as you purl forth again, drowning him in the slick gush from your pulsing cunt, like a honey pot dripping into his eager mouth. “Yeah, my baby. Get me wet. Fuck, you taste unreal.”

Every word uttered had your pulse flipping madly, your pleasure ascending, Tommy pulling you down closer to him, lifting his chin as you move back once more, your gaping opening stimulated by the press of it, his tongue pushing within, grunting as he feels your muscles pulse against it. He lets you ride it, circling, his nose nudging deliciously at your clit before you slide up once more, shaking, overcome.  

“Oh fuck, Tommy. I’m gonna cum! Fuck, ahhh!” You cry, his lips enveloping your clit and sucking you until the lightning strikes, your tingles wild and tempestuous, your cunt gushing into his mouth. “Oh my god, that was amazing!”

“Here lies Tommy Conlon,” he begins as you move down, grasping his cock firmly, your pleasure still ebbing through you strongly as he wipes his soaking face with both hands. “A man drowned to death, but fucking happy as hell.”

Positioning him at your still fluttering opening, you sink down, the fullness of his cock heavenly in the aftermath of your release. “I think you could stand to become a lot happier.”

He grins, his fingers moving to tease your nipples as you bounce gently on him. “I think you’re right, babe.”

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