#forrest bondurant smut

[hecatemoon87]

Drabble

Warnings ⚠️ smut

🎄It's Christmas Eve, and you and Forrest are spending it with the Bondurant family. Howard's troupe of children is pattering about as the adults talk.

❄️ Outside is freezing. A fresh blanket of pure white sparkling snow layers the earth. Luckily, you are inside with a roaring fire, keeping the cabin nice and warm.

🍬 Forrest is idly sucking on his fourth candycane. He has been trying to cut back on smoking cigars and tonight he found his substitute.

💓 You smile at him, catching his attention. Then you stand up and wander into the kitchen, knowing that Forrest will follow. Inside the kitchen you turn to him and wrap your arms about his waist.

💋 You gently kiss him and he slowly parts his lips. Your tongue enters his mouth, touching his own. He tastes like peppermint, a lot of it.

❤️‍🔥You can't help but giggle and he moves back a little. He looks down at you and gives you a handsome frown.

"What's so funny?" He asks in his honey coated southern drawl.

"You sir, taste like Christmas."

"You know, peppermint kinda has this tingly cooling effect...maybe I can apply my mouth else where?"

💥💦 You shiver in his arms and stroke the side of his face.

"Mhmmmm, I'd like that. Then maybe you'll let me suck on your candycane?"

🔥Forrest growls and presses closer against you. He looks up at the clock. It's near 8 p.m. He takes you by the hand and pulls you through the living room.

"You guys going to sleep already?" Jack asks confused.

☃️ Howard rolls his eyes at Jack's innocence. And as Forrest drags you up the stairs, Howard says, "You know if ya'll gonna be naughty, Santa ain't bringing you any presents."

"Shut up, Howard." Forrest mumbles.

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Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

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Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

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Silenced Fire, Chapter 33 "The dream that changed my life"

WARNING!! This is the closest thing I will get to writing smut.

I feel like this turns a little rough towards the end as far as the wording goes but that's because I'm almost finished writing Silenced Fire and I'm excited about it 😅

I wanted to get the plot out and I need to go through with an editor's comb later lol

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @hecatemoon87

Rose sighed, exhaustion setting in as she stepped over the three men passed out on the floor "leave'em" Forrest had murmured when asked what to do with them. Rose figured they'd come to and order more drinks in the morning, Bondurant shine was potent stuff. Rose heard the door to Forrest' office close and heavy boots approaching. Rose hummed appreciatingly as Forrest brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her temple. He disappeared behind her, and when she turned He was wiping down a table. "Thank you for the help handsome" Rose smiled, kissing his cheek.

Forrest groaned at the touch of her lips "you'd better be thinkin' real careful 'bout what you say to me woman, or that dress ain't gonna last long and all that's gonna be covering you is one hell of an aroused man" he purred close to her ear. Rose smiled, she liked this side of Forrest. It's not hard for her to get him like this after discovering how much he likes her praise and adoration. "Well what if that's what I want" Rose smirked. Forrest groaned again quietly "I think you know good and well how to get what you want out of me" he murmured, crashing his lips into hers. “I love you more than I have words to express it.” He said softly before resting his forehead against Rose's.

Rose decided she'd finish cleaning in the morning, as all she wanted in this moment was Forrest. "Aren't you just so sweet?" She cooed, cuping his cheeks. "You can handle the out of towners and be the sweetest man I know, it's perfect" Rose smiled, earning a long low groan from Forrest. He pulled her flush with his body and leaned back against the table, just holding Rose in his arms. "Let's head to bed, alright?" Rose suggested, Forrest nodded. He couldn't deny that Rose knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

Forrest seemed to open his eyes at some point, he glanced around. He had awoken in his rocking chair and his surroundings resemble a nice log cabin. A fire roared in the fire place and two voices caught his ear. These voices didn't belong to his brothers, two young children ran in "papa, James won't let me play with him" the girl frowned, sounding like she was about to cry. Forrest nodded, "why can't lily play with you?" Forrest asked, turning to the small boy. "You'd better play nice with your sister or I'm gonna get mom involved" Forrest explained with a stren look and tone. The boy nodded before taking off again, the girl ran after her brother and disappeared around a corner. Forrest stood and moved to the nearest door, a kitchen, he saw Rose cleaning a dinner table as the children ran past. "The kids wake you up hmm?" Rose smiled, walking up to Forrest. He noticed a ring on her left hand, Forrest closed his eyes as their lips connected.

When he opened his eyes he saw Rose hovering over him, "morning" she smiled. Rose got off the bed and began getting dressed, Forrest sat up and looked around the room. Everything seemed normal, the station hadn't changed much in the several years that brothers had owned it. "Everything alright?" Rose asked, sitting on his side of the bed and placing her hand on his. "Yeah" Forrest mumbled, his voice thick and deep from just waking up. "Odd dream is all" Forrest explained. "How so?" Rose questioned. Forrest didn't respond, just continued rubbing his thumbs over the back of Rose's hand. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Rose asked again, Forrest only shrugged.

Rose looked away from him for a moment, "it wasn't a nightmare was it?" She asked as she turned back. Forrest shook his head, "haven't had one of them for a while" he mumbled. "Good" Rose smiled. She continued getting ready for the day and Forrest didn't move, he just kept his eyes fixed on Rose as she moved around the room. This dream, might've just made Forrest make up his mind.

The rest of the day, Forrest seemed distant. He spent most of his day out on the front porch, only moving from his chair to make a few shine deals here and there. Howard, Jack and the girls walked out to join him towards the end of the day. "What's goin' on with you Forrest?" Jack asked, stopping by his older brother's side. "Yeah, what's wrong with you? You ain't done nothin' except mope around out here all day" Howard added, as he sat next to his brother. Maggie took her spot atop Howard's lap, looking at Forrest with concern. Rose knelt by Forrest' chair, placing the back of her hand against his forehead. Forrest groaned quietly as he glanced at all the confused and concerned faces he was getting, in a way it was kinda nice, he felt cared for and this showed how much his brothers and the girls payed attention to him, they noticed even the slight changes in his behavior.

"You feeling alright?" Rose asked, Forrest nodded. He readjusted in his chair and padded his lap for Rose to sit with him. "If you're not sick then what's going on?" Howard questioned. "Just" Forrest muttered, "a lot of thinking, it's not too much to be concerned about". "I disagree" Jack announced, "if it wasn't a big deal you wouldn't be actin' like this" he added. Forrest bowed his head, "baby?" Rose asked, Forrest looked up at her. "Is this something you want us to find out about later?" She asked, Forrest nodded. "It ain't a bad thing is it?" Howard asked, raising a brow at his brother. "No" Forrest murmured. "Then that's all we need to know" Rose exclaimed. "As long as you're alright, I'm willing to drop it" Jack explained, settling into his chair between his brothers.

"I appreciate the concern though" Forrest murmured, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen upon the group. "We're brothers Forrest, it's what we do" Howard smiled, Jack nodded in agreement. "And I love you" Rose murmured, kissing Forrest' cheek. "If these three are worried, I know I need to be worried" Maggie chuckled lightly, gesturing to Rose, Jack and Howard. Forrest nodded, dropping his head to Rose's shoulder and she brought her hand up to rub the back of his neck. Forrest couldn't wait for his trip into town with Rose tomorrow.

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WRITING HELL IS HERE! (NaNoWriMo Plans, New WIP w/ Snippet, & On-Going Projects)

Ah, November starts tomorrow. The second to last month of the year, marked by what every author loves and hates. Indeed…

NaNoWriMo

Now, I won’t be participating with a 50K goal. Instead, I’ll be focusing on a few projects from this post and see from there.

I actually started another WIP (I know, I know, shame on me) since I got to writing today after a wee workout instead of prepping for my first day of work. The inspiration hit hard and when it does, you have to stop what you’re doing and commit it to the page. Also, I have @hecatemoon87 to thank because her werewolf!Forrest story kindled an idea. So, writer!Forrest is now in the making as well.😅

It’s a bit experimental, but I want to try my hand at least once at writing an adventure novel. For the time being, however, this work will remain a standalone piece. When I’ve read more of the genre and have kinda learned it’s flow, you may very well get a full-fledged written adventure out me. Until then, I hope this will suffice and be enjoyable.

Yes, Jack makes an appearance as well. After all, he’s the runt of the Bondurant pack.😉

I have no idea what to call it as of yet. Let’s go with Project Reminiscent by lack of something better. *throws it onto the writing pile* Up ye go!

For those wondering what the active projects are at the moment:

- Mokum Part 2

- Writer!Alfie (smut or, rather, smuff)

- Werewolf Writer!Forrest

- Werewolf!Eddie (editing stage)

- Project Galway Mornings

And I’ll end the wee writing update here. As always, I’m open to questions about any of my WIPs. If you want to be tagged in any of these or be added to the tag list in general, let me know and I’ll add ye!🤗

Tag list: @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons @zablife @ilovemanypeople @vir-tual @buttercup32sstuff @hecatemoon87

[areyoureadytofumble]

As My Life Spill Into Yours

NSFW 18+ run on home, children

Summary: Just a wee bit of smut and fluff.

Pairing: Forrest Bondurant x Original Male Character

Warnings: handjobs, blowjobs, deep throating, size difference, PWP, and some good ‘ole fluff

Word count: 3k-ish

A/N: holy shit y’all this is the first thing I’ve written in ✨literally✨over five years. I just hope it’s not a piece of shit hahaha. I’ve also got it posted on ao3 so check it out there? Here? Whatever makes you happy.

🎃🎃happy spooky season🎃🎃

“Have ye thought about what I said?”

Forrest’s grip on his paper tightens. The question sounds innocent. It’s asked casually, tossed into the air like it’s insignificant, like the room hasn’t gone still upon the utterance of it. He can feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of his head from across the bar. The room feels hot all of a sudden. His collar presses tight against his scar. “You say lots of things,” he grunts.

A short auburn haired man is standing behind the bar, a devilish smile curling over his youthful face. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Forrest swallows hard then sets the paper down. He turns fully in his seat to look at the man across from him.

-

Mads Fitzpatrick. He had emigrated from Northern Ireland on his own at the age of twenty eight with his most sacred possession, his typewriter, it was a gift his granda had given him when he turned sixteen. With it he wrote romance novels under the pseudonym BH Elliot.

He was short with a fair build, small waist, and dark auburn hair. When he smiled it was crooked but his nose was long and straight. His mother’s reason for naming him Mads, in her words, ‘I was mad enough to have him.’ It was fitting, he could go a little mad sometimes. He was quick to laugh- quicker to smash a bottle in someone’s face. His upbringing required him to be tough. He didn’t scare easily. So when Forrest opened the door of the station with his scarred throat on full display Mads wasn’t thrown in the slightest. He explained to the large man that he’d been told from people in town there was a room available for rent and he’d very much like to take it. Truth be told his books weren’t being received as well as they had been in Ireland, he couldn’t afford a place on his own. Forrest accepted his offer and helped him carry in his bags.

It was an adjustment for Forrest at first, having another person in his home, especially after his brothers had moved out and started families of their own. The house was quiet. It had never been quiet before. A million little sounds went when his brothers left, sounds he hadn’t realized were there, the idle noises that made up the soundtrack of his day to day life: Chairs scraping, boisterous laughter, footsteps in the night. It was proof he wasn’t alone.

Forrest never felt lonely when he heard the typewriter clicking away at the bar.

There was one concern creeping up in the first few months. It started small as a seed, growing and spreading through Forrest until he thought he would choke on the branches.

Forrest was more than adjusting to Mads, he was falling for him.

He couldn’t focus when the other man was in the room. Couldn’t risk stealing a glance into those his eyes. They were so large and dark he felt bottomless when he looked into them, he could feel the world give way under his feet. Forrest loved his accent; how his voice pitched this way and that, the way he said ‘how’ sounded like ‘hi’ and his C’s caught his tongue. He liked that he was smart but never pretentious. Mads crept into his heart and took root like he had always been there.

If Forrest was falling, Mads was crashing, head first, started slipping as soon as Forrest opened the door. He knew from that first night that he was exactly where he was supposed to be with the person he was meant to be with. He could feel it in his very being.

Mads wanted to be patient, he tried to be subtle, but he was a hallion through and through, if he wanted something he was going to pull every cheap trick he needed to get it.

He would touch Forrest as often as he could; Offering to give him palm readings, fixing his collar so he could gently graze the scar with the pads of his fingers, grabbing onto the large biceps for support (after he purposely stumbled over his own feet), and asking for a light then cupping his hands over Forrest’s own to ‘protect the flame’. He even took to wearing sweet almond oil in his hair and on his pulse points because he noticed Forrest stood closer when he did.

Sometimes, late at night, when he could hear Forrest settling down to bed, he would touch himself. He wasn’t loud, he didn’t need to be loud, with just the two of them there he knew the sounds would carry. That and the fact that their rooms were right next to each other. He was careful, limited his noises to breathy sighs, let quiet moans get caught in his throat. And it was working. In the mornings after Forrest was drawn to him like a moth to burning flame.

Mads was doing everything short of a Mae West impression when Forrest finally broke and kissed him against his beat up truck. And then again on the porch. And again behind the bar. And again and again as many times as he could.

-

Mads leans over the bar with a rag so as to seem busy, “If yer not interested that’s all ye have to say, love,” he says soothingly.

Forrest pauses again, weighs his thoughts before he speaks. “I’m… curious.”

Mads lifts his head. He’s got a mischievous quirk playing on his crooked grin, “Curious?”

“More’n curious,” Forrest mumbles. His face is flushing sweet and pink, Mads loves to see it.

The young red head sets the rag down and comes around the bar to the table Forrest is seated at. He sidles up close to him and lays a hand at the nape of his neck. The hairs there are short and bristly under his palm. His thumb rubs circles behind Forrest’s ear. Forrest turns his head to kiss the lovely offered wrist. When he breathes he smells sweet almonds.

“Is that a yes?” The voice above him is hopeful.

Forrest looks up and stares, caught in that black gaze. The world seems to move around them at that moment. He inhales shakily and nods once then turns his head and kisses the wrist again.

Mads’ grin becomes positively lopsided. He bends down and kisses the shell of Forrest’s ear. “You’ll like it,” Mads purrs, “I promise.”

He slides easily into Forrest’s lap and pulls him down for a hungry kiss. Forrest responds eagerly, wrapping his hands around the firm thighs splayed across his own. His hands slide up, over the curve of Mads’ hips, settling on his small waist. Mads tugs at the top buttons of Forrest’s shirt. He slips a hand under the fabric and rakes his nails through the thick, soft brown hair covering the muscled chest. A sweet hum leaves his lips as his pinky grazes a hardened nipple. He takes care of the rest buttons quickly, pushing the shirt off the broad shoulders and leans down to catch the other nipple in his mouth. He kisses it wetly, lavishing his tongue over the stiffened bud. Forrest groans, Mads feels the rumble under his lips. His nails scratch lightly down his lover’s stomach until he reaches his trousers. The hand smooths over the larger man’s bulge, squeezes with just the right amount of pressure, enough to snatch the breath right out of Forrest’s lungs.

Mads gets up suddenly but doesn’t go far. Forrest is holding on tight to the slim waist. Mads answers with a light laugh.

“Eager,” he teases.

His smile softens and turns tender as he looks down, “Wait ‘til I say ready, aye?” He plants a kiss on Forrest’s temple and slips out of his burly arms with ease, sauntering away to their bedroom.

“Have ye thought about what I said?”

Oh yes, he had thought about it. Thought about it when he was in town, at home, in bed, driving down empty dirt roads. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

-

It was late, the air in the bedroom hot and sticky. Mads was straddling Forrest’s thick waist, rocking his hips at his own frantic pace, chasing his own pleasure. His hard cock bobbed untouched. Forrest was in awe of the sight. He could only grab at the sweat soaked sheets beneath him. Mads’ moans turned higher and breathier. He was getting close.

“Fuck, Forrest,” he panted, “yer so fuckin’ big.”

Mads looked down at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He pounced, dug his nails into Forrest’s strong shoulders, pierced his prey his black gaze.

“I want ye to fuck my face with yer big fat cock,” he said sweetly, “I wanna choke. Pull me hair and make me take it like a good cocksucker. Use my throat like yer fuck toy. Fuck me raw. Think yea’d like that? Aye, ye do. Always starin’ at me mouth. Imagine how lovely it’ll look covered in cum.”

Forrest was pinned, he was trapped in that gaze, caught in that clawed grip- his blue eyes widened, pupils blown out with lust. There was a brief flash in his mind; Mads’ lips stretched tight around the base of his cock, the long straight nose buried in his pubes, his black eyes blinking wetly. A switch flipped in him. He grabbed Mads by the hips and rolled them over, folded the smaller man in half and drilled into him mercilessly. Mads was now the one tearing desperately at the sheets. He cried out in pleasure and reached between their bodies to fist his neglected cock. He was floating, breathless, almost there.

Forrest covered the smaller hand with his own. He pumped in time with his thrusts, watched enraptured as Mads fell apart apart in his arms. His back arched off the bed, he tossed his head back, auburn hair spilling onto the pillow. He came with a curse, spilling over Forrest’s scarred knuckles.

Forrest didn’t let up. He drove deeper and deeper into Mads’ clenching tightness, encouraged by his breathless moans. He captured them in a burning kiss. His orgasm hit him like a wave, knocking him breathless. He fucked Mads through it until they were both shaking and sensitive from the aftershocks. They stayed close, exchanging soft kisses, bare grazes of the lips, whispered they loved each other in the tranquil space between them.

Afterwards they had cleaned up and returned to bed, Forrest smoking a cigar with Mads curled over him, both content, sated, warm in their afterglow. Mads was quickly nodding off, a proper fucking always put him right to sleep. He mumbled tiredly as he rubbed his face into the furred chest. He peeked up at Forrest sheepishly.

“What I said, earlier,” he whispered, “Give it a wee think.”

He was asleep before Forrest finished his cigar.

-

“Crack on!” Mads calls from the bedroom.

Forrest is out of the chair and standing in front of the door in seconds. His hand hovers over the handle. He has to take a moment to calm the rushing in ears.

When he steps into the bedroom he finds Mads kneeling on the rug in front of the bed. He’s stripped down to his briefs, has his hands folded behind his back in a show of submission. Forrest’s heart races as he takes in Mads’ doe eyed stare. He crosses the distance between them with slow, measured steps. He’s hard and straining against his trousers, inches away from Mads’ face.

Forrest runs a scarred hand through Mads’ hair and gives it a light tug, gets a soft gasp in return. His other hand goes to the buttons of his pants. He takes care of them slowly, holds Mads’ head in place so he can watch.

“You’re sure?” He grunts.

Mads beams at him cheekily, “Are ye gonna make me beg?”

Forrest smirks, “You’d like that more than me.” He pulls out his erect cock and gives it a couple slow strokes. Mads watches enraptured. He opens his mouth and tries to lean forward but Forrest holds him in place by the hair. Mads whines petulantly. He tries again, the impatient brat, but Forrest doesn’t let go.

“More I think ‘bout it,” Forrest drawls, “more that beggin’ starts to sound real nice.”

Mads’ eyes brighten and take on a fiendish shine. He pushes his shoulders back and bats his lashes at the towering figure stood over him. “Please fuck my face, Forrest. Make me yer whore. I can take it.” He licks his lips, “I’ll be so good fer ye, love.”

Forrest grumbles in approval and guides Mads’ wet mouth to his stiff member. Mads moves with him, opens his mouth with his tongue out and receives him beautifully, making them both moan. He’s tugged by his auburn hair slowly down Forrest’s thick shaft but is stopped halfway. Forrest holds him there for a beat, then pulls him off just as slow, Mads sucking as he goes, his mouth slurping loudly. They both exhale shakily, look into each others eyes and read each other quickly. They see heat and anticipation burning white hot.

Forrest tests how much Mads can handle, forces him to swallow more and more of his length then pulls him back. He gives the redhead plenty of time to catch his breath, but Mads doesn’t want it, he keeps trying, in vain, to take more but Forrest holds tight to his hair. They start to build a rhythm, Forrest thrusts his hips as he yanks Mads down, makes him take too much, releases him, then does it again. Mads is gagging, tears gathering in his coal colored eyes, the front of his briefs tented and damp with precum.

“Harder,” Mads gasps through a coarse voice. A string of saliva connects from his lips to the reddening tip of Forrest’s cock.

Forrest obliges. He pushes Mads back until his shoulders hit the bed, then steps in close. He grabs both sides of the younger man’s face and fucks it properly with hard snaps of his hips. He only lets go when he feels Mads’ nails digging into his thighs. Mads’ chest heaves as he sucks in a large gulps of air. He noses at the base of Forrest’s long, thick cock, and breathes in his musk. He bathes his balls with his tongue, greedily laps up the taste of salt, he hears cursing above him. Forrest tightens his hold on Mads’ auburn locks, fucks his mouth deeper and deeper, feels his throat open like a rose in bloom. It’s heaven.

It’s been going on so long, Mads isn’t sure how long, but he thinks he gone delirious from lack of oxygen. When his mouth isn’t full he’s babbling with shining bruised lips, “That’s it,” “Don’t stop,” “Fuck me,” “Just like that”. His eyes are absolutely feral. He can feel Forrest’s cock throbbing on his tongue and knows he’s close.

“Mads..” Forrest warns.

He makes like he’s going to step back, or worse, Mads thinks, pull out, and Mads can’t be having that. He slurps him down loudly, all the way to the root, and grabs hold of Forrest’s hips. They lock eyes. Mads hums sweetly.

Forrest buckles, grinds his cock into the velvety warmth as he cums straight down Mads’ throat. His noises wrung out of him are animalistic. Mads moans gratefully and takes it all. He’s practically purring as he milks Forrest for all he’s worth.

Mads tenderly caresses Forrest’s thighs as the large man comes back to himself. He’s panting, trembling, but his mind is blissfully clear. He straightens after a moment and cradles Mads’ face, looks deep into his eyes, and slowly pulls out, Mads suckling softly as he does so, he doesn’t want to waste a drop. Forrest collapses on the floor next to him with a grunt. He wraps a large arm around Mads’ waist and pulls him into his lap. He reaches between the redhead’s legs for the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down.

“You’re crazy, kid,” he whispers the words against the younger man’s temple, seals them with a kiss.

Mads hums and lifts his hips so his briefs can be pulled down the rest of the way. He looks pleased with himself as he spreads his legs wide. “Aye, so I am,” his voice is raspy as he speaks, arches as Forrest wraps a strong hand around his erection, “You love me all the more for it.” He moans as Forrest’s pulls back his foreskin with one hand and reaches around with the other to massage the shiny exposed head. He uses the precum leaking from the redhead’s tip as lube, smears it down his aching cock and cups his tight sack. He leaves nipping kisses along Mads’ neck as he jerks him off.

Mads bites down on his lip, he’s been on edge this whole time, he’s so close.

“That’s it,” Forrest breathes, “Good boy.”

The words hit home. Mads cries out and shoots ropes of cum all over his chest. Forrest rumbles, keeps pumping until Mads is spent and weakly turning in his grasp. They stay on the floor a little while longer, curled in each others arms, nuzzling and kissing whatever they can reach.

Once their heartbeats have returned to normal Forrest scoops Mads up in his arms and lays him gently on the mattress. He leaves the room briefly and comes back with a damp washcloth in one hand, Mads’ cigarettes in the other, and a big, fat, smoking cigar clamped in his mouth. He’s got a stupid grin on his face as he cleans Mads up. They both look quite pleased with themselves. Mads takes the cigarettes and lights one as Forrest potters about the room. He picks up the discarded clothes and puts out the lamps, whistling happily through smoke all the while. When he finishes and crawls back into bed, still smoking. Mads is just putting out his cigarette. The younger man pulls the covers over their exhausted bodies and snuggles close.

“Yer good to me, Forrest,” he whispers, his voice is already starting to crack.

Forrest’s fingertips trace gently up and down Mads’ spine, “I’ve got you, kid,” he gruffs. When he looks down he sees his lover nodding off.

Forrest finishes his cigar, he puts it out on the ashtray next to him then rolls over to take Mads fully in his arms. Mads reaches for him in his sleep, and buries his face in the furry chest. Forrest falls asleep soon after, he can smell almonds and the feel Mads’ heart beating against his own.

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Masterlist

Here's my masterlist!! I'll update as a post more! My requests are pretty much always open but if I get too many at once it might take me a while to finish. I write for pretty much any Hardy character!

Alfie Solomons:

Series:

Part 1: While she was Sleeping

Part 2: The Dinner Date

Part 3: Moving In

Part 4: A Simple Life

Part 5: Betrayal

Part 6: Margate

The Good Girl and the Gangster:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

One shots:

New Employment

Baby Fever

Work Place Romance

Tommy Conlon:

The Diner Drama

The Gym

Freddie Jackson:

Freddie Gets Caught

Dog Rescue

James Delaney:

The Man I Can't Kill

Reggie/Ronnie Kray:

The Kray Brothers Learn to Share

Forrest Bondurant:

The New Girl

Eddie Brock:

Risky Cases

Office Blues

Ian Eames:

Jealousy

Leo Demidov:

Series:

The Search for Anne's Island (PT. 1)

Drabbles

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Series: 

Five Word Prompt Challenge - October 2023 

Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female Original Character. Shannon ‘Queen’ Daniels is known as the Queen of Top Gun, keeping the office of Mike ‘Viper’ Metcalf running smoothly. During the Summer of Top Gun class 1986 she falls into bed and in love with a married man, Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw. She ends things knowing he could never love her the way he loves his wife Carol and son Bradley. When Goose dies he unknowingly leaves behind a son and a daughter, Olivia ‘Princess’ Wells. Now Olivia is back at Top Gun trying to prove her worth and honoring her mother who never got to fly, but one damn aviator will stop at nothing to get in her away, and Olivia will be damned if Jake Seresin tries to stop her. 

Sleepy Sex Series Masterlist - a collection of one-shots around the premise of sleepy sex. Includes a variety of characters that I write for. 

The Next One’s On You Series - Maxwell Lord x F! Reader (Completed Dec. 2020) Moments in the life of Maxwell Lord and his love around drinks. *angst/smut* 

Switch to Channel 2 - Benny Miller x F! Reader x Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia (Completed February 2021) Doc (female reader) navigates love and adventure while trying to stay alive in the Colombian Jungle. Follows the story of Triple Frontier. *angst, fluff, smut* 

You’re My Best Friend - Javier Peña x F! Reader (Completed November 2021) 10 years ago, the night before his wedding to Lorraine, Javier slept with his best friend, the only woman he’s ever truly loved. But fearing for her reputation and his own heart, he fled to Colombia. Now he’s back for his cousin’s wedding and realizing that the feelings his buried never really died. *angst, fluff, smut* 

Little Sparrow - Oberyn Martell x F! Reader x Ellaria Sand (In Progress) Little Sparrow, the paramor of the Prince of Dorne and Ellaria puts her life on the line to save her love. But will it all be in vein and will the jaws of the Lannister lions snap the Sparrow before she can fly away. 

[sheerfreesia007]

Kinktober #11

Title: Kinktober #11

Fandom: Lawless

Pairing: Forrest Bondurant x OFC

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 1,457

Warnings: Praise Kink, smut, sex on a desk, soft sex

Author Notes: This was a lot hotter than I expected it to be! I’m actually surprised by this one. Praise kink done a little differently than what I normally see. Feedback is always appreciated!

Gif Credit: @hardyimagines

The night was winding down at the Station as you flitted around the dining room picking up plates to bring back to the sink to soak. When you walked back out from behind the bar you smiled at the locals who greeted you on your way past them moving towards the empty table so you could start wiping them down. As you moved effortlessly through the tables you walked past the table where the boys were all sitting talking about their next run into town with shine. Your hand came up to gently brush along Forrest’s shoulders as you leaned down to his ear.

“Thanks for buying the groceries today. It really helped me out. I appreciate it.” You whispered into his ear and felt him shiver slightly against your hand before he grunted in response.

You smiled to yourself as you felt his eyes boring into your back as you continued on to the empty tables. Easily losing yourself in your work you didn’t realize that an hour had passed when another group came in for a round of drinks. Looking up from the table you were cleaning you dropped the cloth on the table and tried to quickly get back to the bar to serve them. Forrest beat you there and was already pouring them their drinks as you walked behind the bar. You preened up at him happily as your hand slid along his lower back.

“Thanks Forrest.” You said softly to him as you moved behind him. He grunted at your thanks as you began to pour the rest of the drinks for the men.

“You got yourself a good man right there darling.” Said one of the men jokingly and you eagerly nodded your head as you looked over at Forrest with a bright smile. He watched you with a skeptical look on his face and you grinned wider.

“Don’t I know it?” you said warmly as you gazed at your husband. “He’s the best man I know. He’s always been so kind to me. Always making sure I’ve got everything I need.” You said dreamily and watched as Forrest flushed softly along his cheeks. He grunted softly before turning away and walking back to the table where his brothers sat grinning like fools.

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When it was finally time for the Station to close you were relieved as you placed your hands on your back and stretched your back backwards. You threw the rag next to sink and began walking towards the stairs to head up to the bedroom. You couldn’t wait to lay down finally and sleep, today had been extra busy and you were starting to feel the strain of being on your feet all day. As you reached the bottom of the stairs you were met with Forrest standing there watching you silently. His eyes were darkened slightly and you couldn’t tell if it was due to the dim lights or from something else.

“Everything alright handsome?” you asked kindly and his eyes darted to yours making you gasp as he gazed at you with those darkened heated eyes. He didn’t respond with words as he gripped onto your dress at your hips and dragged you up against him while his lips smashed into yours. You squeaked with surprise at his actions before melting against him, Forrest wasn’t an overly affectionate man but when he did show you how much he cared for you it made your whole body melt in appreciation.

His hand dragged around your hip to grasp a handful of your ass and press you further against him as he crowded you into his arms. Your own hands came up to his face as you took over the kiss, your lips parting and capturing his again and again as you moaned against him.

“I love feeling your hands on me.” You told him softly as pulled away slightly. “You have such wonderful large hands and you’re always so soft and gentle with me. Makes me feel so loved and taken care of.” You praised him softly and Forrest gazed into your eyes, you could see his pupils dilating with your words and you realized that he liked hearing how much you appreciated him and his actions. “Oh honey.” You cooed at him and he grunted softly before he began to ruck your dress up your hips. “I appreciate you so much and everything that you do for me.” You praise him, his hands have quickened as he guides you into his back office and over to his desk. He lifts you up and settles you on his desk, you gaze at his strong muscled arms as they flex, you can’t stand it and begin to tug his shirt from his pants before pulling it over him.

It’s a rare moment where he’s not wearing his gray cardigan and you eagerly slide your fingers over every space of skin on his chest that you can reach. He grunts softly as your fingers flit over his nipples and down his stomach. You scratch your nails into the skin just under his belly button and he steps closer to you crowding you on his desk.

“You’re so handsome Forrest. So strong and muscular that makes me feel so safe when I’m with you.” You praise his body as one of his large hands tilts your head up to his as his mouth descends on yours. You moan against his mouth and it’s as if you’ve stoked a fire within him as his mouth pulls and pushes against yours in heated desire. His lips fall to your neck as his hands take the hem of your dress and gather it at your hips. He grunts loudly against your mouth when one of his hands comes in contact with your naked pussy.

“I love your hands.” You gasp out when you pull away from his mouth. “They feel so good against my skin. I’ve seen how you took care of that unruly customer the other night and yet when you touch me it’s with gentle strokes.” You explain to him how you can see both sides of him as your hands travel down to his slacks and unbutton them before sliding them and his underwear down his legs. His cock springs free and your hands immediately cup and grasp him gently, you pump his cock slowly and he groans low in his throat as he steps even closer to you. Your legs fall open and you gasp as he rips your underwear off your hips.

Forrest’s cock bobs in front of your weeping pussy and you guide him to your entrance before letting go so that he can slide into you. When he slides in to the hilt your head drops back on your shoulders as you whimper out at the feel of him stretching you. He begins to pull out slowly and you grab onto his shoulders as the feel of his hard cock sliding along your walls is almost too much for you. You’re being consumed with love and adoration for the man as he gently begins to make love to you against his desk. The feeling is almost suffocating as your throat closes with emotion and you groan out your pleasure.

His pace picks up only minimally as he gazes down at you, his eyes are soft as he watches you experience all the pleasures that he’s able to give to you. You know your eyes are gazing up at him reflecting the love you hold for this man as his eyes soften even more.

“I love you Forrest Bondurant.” You whisper out to him and he wraps his arms around your body holding you close to him. Your head tilts up so that you can still tell him how much he means to you. “You are the only man for me. The only man who completes my world.” Your orgasm flows over you in a lazy wave and your gasp loudly as your mouth drops open in a silent cry. Forrest grunts low in his throat as he slides his cock high up into you and holds there as his orgasm washes over him as well.

When the two of you are satisfied and have evened out your breathing Forrest cupped your face on both sides before pressing his lips to yours in sweet caress.

“I love you more than I have words to express it.” He said softly before resting his forehead against yours. You simpered at his words and wrapped your arms and legs around him drawing him in close to you. Love blooming in your chest and shining out to dance along his skin and body.

[hecatemoon87]

Dance, Forrest, Dance - Drabble

Forrest is smitten hard on a city girl that's stopped in a few times to get some ol' white lightening.

You: "You’re looking mighty hard at me Forrest, do I have something on my nose?" you tease.

Forrest: "No, I just...uh, was wondering if you'd...you know."

His brothers are watching intently, never seeing Forrest ask out a woman before.

You: "If you're suggesting we go out on the town, I'm only available if you can dance."

His brothers snort with laughter, knowing full well Forrest doesn't know how to dance. Furthermore, they were certain he'd rather get shot in the chest than dance.

Forrest: "Uh, alright..."

His brothers' jaws drop, uncertain if they heard correctly.

You: "So, you do dance?"

Forrest: "I didn't exactly say that..."

You: "I see, how about I come around end of the month? Maybe you'll learn by then? Ciao, darling." You say, wiggling your fingers at him as you leave.

Over the next few weeks, the Bondurant brothers are in for a treat. Each night, after the kitchen and bar closes, Forrest goes to his office and shuts the door. And then they hear the radio turn on and some kind of swing song plays, muffled by the door.

Jack can't resist, so one night he peeks through the keyhole and sees Forrest dancing with an invisible woman. Jack stifles his laugh and Howard pulls him away from the door.

Howard: "You want him to kill you? Leave him be, now. His heart's set on that damn woman."

Jack: "I don't think it's just his heart." He said, grinning ear from ear.

End of the month comes round and you find yourself on the dance floor with Forrest. He's driven into Richmond and he's dressed as best as he can be. Black trousers, white shirt and tie. And of course, his fedora hat.

He takes off his hat and you kiss his cheek. He grunts with approval and you head off to the club.

You: "Don't be nervous, even if you can't dance, we'll have plenty of fun." You say, giving him a wink.

He just nods and takes your hand, guiding you out to the dance floor. And as the music begins, he shocks your socks off. Or would it be your panties? 😈

Once the song is over, you give him a kiss on the lips. His kiss back is chaste and unexplorative. So you push your tongue past his lips, causing him to groan.

You: "That was impressive. Now take me back home and show me what else you can do." You purr in his ear.

He quickly puts his hat on and drags you off the dance floor to go give you some sweet Virginia honey.

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Who We Were & Who We Are Now 19

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 6500+

Summary: The last full chapter. (Shorter epilogue to follow next week.) Forrest spoils Tawny to make up for lost time. They consummate their marriage. Tawny gets emotional about the future.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Romance. Sexual Explicit Content. Dominant Forrest. 

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You'd woken up next to a lightly snoring Forrest, which was always a pleasant way to start the day. He'd pulled you particularly close, the close of summer coming in, the slightest chill in the air at night had you buried in his chest, legs between his as he surrounded you completely. He had healed magnificently, the doctors as always, couldn't believe it. He's told you it was your doing with a kiss to the head multiple times now. He was back to doing chores, his broad shoulders were once again broad, the strength coming back under his skin, the summer sun filling him back with color. The scars were dark but you'd kissed them time and time again until he no longer noticed them when looking in the mirror. He was almost back to his old self, save one thing.

You're changing, your hair in rag rollers and only in your slip when he comes back into the bedroom.

"Mornin'." he says with a lazy smile.

"Mornin' sweetheart." you coo back, tilting your head to receive a kiss on the cheek. He moves his arms around your waist and does just that.

"I got somethin' for ya." he says as he gives you a squeeze and steps back to the bed.

"You got me a present?" you chirp, snapping in your earrings. "You are spoiling your wife rotten lately, Mr. Bondurant." you chuckle, taking the box from his hands. "First that new sleeping gown and now... whatever this is." you almost blush as you think of the lace and silk he'd bought. It'd seemed so forward of him to buy something so suggestive. He'd bought you gowns before, but they were long, some made from warmer, thicker material as well as the smooth and glossy ones. But this one had been shorter and had a deep lacy neckline that made you blush. He said it was because he was going to have you wear it for him one day soon. A reminder and a promise that he still wanted you. But in his typical fashion, he wasn't going to sleep with you again until he knew he could do it right and at full capacity. Forrest never half-assed anything and he sure wasn't about to give you a performance that was lacking that would mark your official joining as husband and wife. He'd taken his role as a husband so close to heart it hurt yours sometimes to see him unhappy about no consummating yet. You'd told him you'd waited a lifetime before and a few months wasn't anything you weren't perfectly capable of handling.

Under his caring gaze, you reveal a lovely dark green dress in the same decorated box they always came in. He knew you liked having pretty possessions. He'd never cared much about such things, choosing to focus on bare necessities and not the small flourishes that you loved so much about life. But even though he didn't understand your happiness for being dressed up and in lovely fabrics, he knew they made you happy, so he bought them for you when something grabbed his eye. Sometimes it was something that caught his attention, that tightening in his jaw at the thought of what you'd look like in such a thing, something he'd recognize a certain silhouette you wore often. He'd learned so many things about fashion and clothing beyond patching and sewing and keeping warm since being with you. He supposed that the expanding of his knowledge, even if it wasn't with something he found useful often wasn't something to turn his nose up at.

"It's beautiful, Forrest." you coo, wrinkling your nose at him as you held the soft green patterned fabric up against you in the mirror. It nipped at the waist and flowed everywhere else, just as you liked. It had long sleeves and a hem below the knee for the incoming cold.

"Color reminded me of your eyes." he says quietly, watching you sway back and forth, looking thoughtfully at your reflection. You sigh heavily and let the dress weigh in your hands as you turn back to him."You also hadn't bought any winter dresses so..." he nods and clears his throats and shrugs.

"Very thoughtful from you on all counts, handsome." you pat his chest as you praise him. He gives you the signature nod and grunt in response.

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The chill of the night is settling in as you stand on the back porch, listening to the trees brush against each other in the wind. The sun had gone down long ago. Forrest had just come back in from finishing the laborious chores and locking up. He stands and watches you for a moment, half-lit in the moonlight, lower half of the dress he'd bought you blowing in the wind. You'd rolled up the sleeves as soon as your feet hit the station floor that morning, preparing yourself for work for that day. A sure sign of a hard working woman he thought, hiding the tiny pearl button clasps on the cuffs to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. He sees the curls you'd set that morning starting to fall, and he preferred your hair like this at the end of the day when you were alone with him. It reminded him of when you were younger. You looked softer, happier, maybe that wild and free sense of self from your youth being awoken as you let your hair down and bounce around your summer tanned skin. You always wore it more strictly styled or tied or pinned back for work. Getting to see you with your apron off, a few buttons were undone on your chest with your hair down and unfurled, your lipstick worn off and not reapplied, was something he cherished getting to see.

He assumes that perhaps it's much the same with you for him as you've tried to explain. You'd told him that the secrecy wasn't really a problem for you, that sure, you wanted everyone to know you were his and he yours, but it wasn't something you couldn't live without. The only thing you couldn't live without was him. You got to have the soft side of all to yourself, and it seemed that he also got the soft side of you all to himself whether you realized it or not.

"What you up to out here Miss Tawny?" his deep voice sneaks up on you from behind as his heavy boots hit the wooden porch.

You smile at the low tone he has in the evenings. "Wanted to wind down a bit, but then I saw this little feller and I figured I'd wait for him to scoot closer so I could see what winter we were in for." you say, your fingers laid out in front of a solid black wooly worm inching his way across the banister.

"Solid black and it ain't even fall yet." his voice shows his lack of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, reckon it'll be a tough one. It's barely September and it's already getting cold enough to bring out the extra blankets at night." you elaborate, running your finger gently over the soft and prickly surface of the soothsayer worm.

"I ain't too worried 'bout it." his lips pout as he stands behind you, surveying the empty space before putting his arms around you to keep you warm.

"You ain't? Winters can be tough 'round here. You know that as well as anyone."

"Yeah but you put in the work on that garden this summer if I do recall," he says proudly. "We've got enough canned already to make it through just fine. You got those potatoes, beans and onions comin' in."

"And pumpkins and squash soon out the far field." you add with a proud smile.

"You've been workin' that cute little tail off Miss Tawny." you hear the rare and coveted deep chuckle from him.

"Don't worry, with all the pumpkin pie I'll be makin' it'll be back soon." you laugh, your hands rubbing over his as he hums happily and kisses the top of your head.

"Lookin' forward to that." he adds earnestly.

"The pie or the tail?" you manage to get out without giggling, but it follows soon after.

"My goodness," he says with faux exasperation. "The mouth on you." he jokes, you feel him laugh against your back.

You both stand that like for a while, listening to the leaves, hearing the owls in the trees. You were both full from dinner and warm from each other and your favorite part of the day was underway, your alone time with Forrest.

"How are you feelin' tonight, hun?" you ask, turning in his arms to ask the same question you ask him at the end of every day. You fuss with the wrinkles in his shirt, expecting the same answer, as usual, a grunt, a shrug, a vague, alright on a  good day but you don't receive that tonight.

"I'm feelin' real good tonight." he says, lowering his eyes to yours, watching your smile grow quickly at the out of place positive answer.

"I couldn't be happier to hear it." you practically swoon at him, your hands making their way around him under his cardigan. You'd been waiting for him to feel himself again. You hated seeing the unhappy frown you know was from a place of discontent with himself. You didn't see it in his eyes tonight as you gazed up at his handsome face with his brow set low and heavy.

He sees you beaming up at him and lets out a deep breath, contemplating how the rest of the evening might go as he looked over your soft, lovely face. He did feel good again. He felt whole again and in control of himself like he used to be. As he considers the strides he's had to make to get to such a point he knows he's better now than he ever had been when it came to his emotional well being. He knew staying in control, being logical and reasonable and giving a fair but tough approach to things was important. But then you'd come back and it sent him into a fit emotionally. So much had happened so quickly with the family and you and now you were family too. You'd taught him the importance of seeking out your happiness, of finding things that give it to you and nurturing them. He'd spent so long having to worry about taking care of things. He raised Jack, took care of the farm and the station with his parents gone and Howard at war. He'd had to take care of his older brother after he came back, so no solace was found in his return for him. He'd been worrying about everyone and everything for so long it was hard to remember how to not worry and enjoy himself. Even though he did, he knew he'd never have to really worry about you. You'd always taken care of yourself, even though he'd interjected a handful of times. He knew you would never be a source of constant worry and he was eternally grateful to you for that. He felt whole in a new way with you. He'd found the necessity in the softness and the love that you brought into his life, the peace you'd brought them all with your sacrifice and he wanted to finally bring the piece that was missing from your life back to you both tonight to make you whole together again.

He moves his hand to your cheek, a move that surprises you as you see a new tone shift over his face. The sweet gesture catches you off guard as you pout your lips and nuzzle into his hand. "I can make ya happier to hear it." he offers, his voice a deep velvety smoothness you hadn't heard in months. That electricity he made you feel shoots around inside you, making you recall the first night he'd kissed you.

"What on earth could you do to make me happier, my doting husband?" you wrinkle your nose playfully at him, shaking your head up at him. "You've absolutely spoiled me rotten today with gifts and flowers and candy. Ain't even my birthday or nothin'." you give him a little happy giggle that makes the corner of his mouth pull back into a smile.

"There's been a reason for that." he nods, his voice staying calm and deep and soothing.

"And what's that?" you smile up at him, an innocent and lovely batting of your lashes with your sweet tone.

"There's one thing I've been meanin' to do." his brow furrows slightly, but it doesn't read as upset, only thoughtful. You fingers gently stroke the fabric of his shirt, eyes large and inquisitive. "C'mon baby doll..." he says with a nod of his head, turning towards the door. "I got a surprise for ya upstairs." he says with a mischevious glance and you purse your lips at him with a face that shows him you know he's up to something.

"Since you asked so nice." you give him a sultry smile before making your way inside. "What have you done now? I don't know nothin' else you could give me on top of the rest of it today, Forrest." you continue to murmur your speculation as he follows you up the stairs, a smug smile on his face you can't see.

You walk into the bedroom you share together. You see nothing out of place, nothing added. The room is dark and you stand at the foot of the bed with a confused frown. You hear the door shut behind you, so you turn to face him to ask what you're missing. He's standing much closer than you expected, your eyes blinking fast as they meet with his chest, looking up to him as he takes his hat off and hangs it on one of the posts on the bed before sucking his teeth and looking down at you. This look in his eyes is new and you'd thought you'd seen everything Forrest had to offer.

"I don't say this with the intention to upset you, darlin', but every time you've called me your husband I can't say that I've felt like I deserve the title." his brow sits low as always, his eyes not wavering from your own. "To me, a man must encompass all aspects of being a husband. And I ain't. I've not been able to give you everything you need." his lips pursed in thought. "I planned to make amends for it with you, tonight." He sees your chest rise and fall noticeably, he knows you're catching on to what he's referring to now. He moves slowly but surely, big hands wrapped around you to your back, holding you against him as he speaks low and slow to you. "I'm a patient man but these past few months have pushed me. I never intended to make you wait so long for me. But as you know I ain't gonna do a job unless I can do it right." he nods down at you and you feel the flush coming to your cheeks. "I know you've told me that it ain't bothering you to be without me while I've been down." He pushes the hair away from your face and lets out a sigh. "But I know that ain't been entirely true." his tilts his head at you, one eyebrow raising slightly as if to challenge you.

You lower your brows to respond, mouth open and ready to disagree, to let him know you understood but with a thumb to your lips, his hand along your face he shushes you.

"I know you meant it, baby." he whispers and you exhale a shaky breath against his thumb, still stroking back and forth against your pouted lips. "But I've had to watch you in your sleep these past months and you can't hide needin' somethin' all the time." he shakes his head slowly, stares shifting between your lips and eyes that from any other person would've been intimidating. "I've heard you in your sleep, Tawny." his voice drops somehow lower, you feel the heat back in your cheeks, knowing of the dreams you'd had of Forrest. "I've had to lay there and hear you moanin' out my name."

The sound of him saying things of a sexual nature to you made your heart race. He'd never talked about things like this, but there was a boldness to him as he stood so close, feeling hard and healthy against you.

"I've had to watch your body writhe, those pretty little silk dresses ridin' up your hips as you beg things of me." His voice is breathy and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he thinks back to those painful nights that he ached to touch you. "I know what you need now, Tawny. I've already heard you ask me for it." his head shakes back and forth slightly.

You feel shame, but in a new and invigorating way you never experienced.

"So I had to wait, so I could give you the choice of how to consummate this marriage." He hand slides to the side of your neck, his shoulder shifting as does his brow, his hand now holding your hip in a firm grip. "I'd had intentions of takin' my time. And I reckon I still do. But my plans of making love to you, being as slow about it as I could for ya changed over the course of these past months." his tone shifts, you'd never heard him speak to you like this before and you could feel the sweat forming on your skin from it. "The things you were askin' for in those dreams Tawny..." his voice sends that shiver of shame down your spine again where it settled right between your thighs. Similar to the sensation of getting scolded or getting caught when you were younger, but this was a different animal entirely. "The words I heard come out of those soft lips of yours." he shakes his head and you feel take a deep breath. "They told me what I had intended to do wouldn't be what you need." he takes a moment to pause, tilting his head and studying the almost fearful look in your eyes. "Is that true?" he asks with pouted lips.

"All I really need is you." you rasp out.

"Now baby..." that deep tone makes your visible shudder as he feels you shaking in his arms and it sends a new sort of thrill through him. "You wouldn't be lyin' to me now would ya?"

"Never." you breathe out, your voice weak.

"Then I need you to tell me if that's what you really want." he brushes his nose against yours. "You know you only have to ask and I'll give you whatever it is you need, sweetheart. And know that I'm more than capable of it now." a single chaste kiss had never felt so dirty in your whole life. "So do you want me soft tonight baby? Or do you need me hard?" Your knee's literally go weak and he let's out a soft, dark laugh as he hoists you up against him.

"I don't rightly recall what I asked for, truth be told. It's just...it's been so long, Forrest." your voice is desperate, breathy and whiney and you can't manage to make it come out sounding any other way. You put your hands to his face, your chest heaving and he'd barely touched you.

"I can tell you if you really can't recall." he whispers, moving to kiss one of your hands on his face.

You nod just slightly, a small murmured "MmmHmm."

He leans in closer, nose skimming your jaw, kisses planted to your cheeks and he whispered into your ears. "You were askin' for it faster. You'd plead for me to go harder." You see his nose twitch before he speaks the next words that make you fall to pieces. Spoken with his plush lips right against your ear, "You'd shift those soft hips against me and beg me to fuck you, baby. You made me so damn hard it hurt." he moans into your ear and you turn your head fast and kiss him hard. You moan the moment you feel his lips press back against yours, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you fast to him as your fingers already worked to unbutton his shirt.

"Fuck, Forrest." you moan and whine shamelessly. He groans deep as it rumbles in his chest, you can feel it under your hands as you take a moment to feel the sturdy expanse of his chest as rose and fell fast just like yours. You reach down, moving fast and undo his trousers, being held up with suspenders still, you take him out of the confines of them.  "God, I need you, I need you so bad." you cry out in desperation, taking your panties and heels off and forgetting them just as quickly before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "I do want it hard, Forrest." you nod against his lips and he rumbles out another groan at your confirmation of his dirty words from earlier. "Fuck me, baby, please, there'll be time for sweet later, just give me back the big strong man I've missed." you declare into the dark room, his lips moving down to your neck and he bends and picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. To your surprise you find your back knocked against the door instead of the bed, but you'd never been wetter or needed someone so badly before. You'd never wanted someone to come at you so hard it hurt, you felt like a caged animal finally getting free, and you realize maybe you were denying how badly you'd needed him this whole time. In no graceful way, not that it mattered, he readjusts and pushes into you and you let out a shameless moan that sounded like you were being paid to do it. It stung, the hardness of him so suddenly after being empty for so long but you welcomed it. The pain was very temporary as he started to move, grunts with every thrust as your fingers buried in his hair. To your surprise and delight, letting you know he needed you just as badly as you did him, he frees one hand, popping the buttons on the pretty dress of yours before you realize what he's doing. You move to help him, letting his hands move back to your hips to hold you up. You take your breasts out and his mouth is on them in a second before you even get both out. "Fuck me, Forrest, yes." you let your wanton cries out, head knocking against the door, him panting against your flushed skin. Sucking hard with a few moments of growling nibbles to your hard nipples catch you off guard. "Ugh, you were right, fuck me harder, baby." you moan, arms around his neck, keeping him close. You feel his grip tighten on you, lifting you before shifting his hands, leaning you away from the door and using your own weight to pound into you, bouncing you off of him. You get lost in the singular fact that he's strong enough to do such a thing again, feeling much like a light-headed debutante, declaring how she fancies a suitor. You throw your head back in a high pitched squeal of a laugh, bringing it back down to rest your foreheads together as he grunts and groans and you praise him breathlessly. "You're so good. So fucking good." you coo and tense before he lets you land against the door again. The position on the door works better for you it seems, causing the angle to shift and him to rub against you. "Yes, like that baby, please." you call out, his mouth finding your nipple again. "Shit!" you squeak out, feeling it build fast inside you. You hold his hair, pulling his head and pushing your lips to his forehead. You let the words come as you knew he deserves to hear them, and there's no shame to be found between the two of you now. "You're makin' your wife feel so fuckin' good, Mr. Bondurant." you growl out and he returns the sound. "You know how to give your baby what she needs don't you? Fuck me, Forrest, please, baby don't stop." you moan as you feel the trembling start. You hear a growl from him, forehead pushed into your chest as he hits into you with force and your head is thrown back against the door again as you both feel yourself let go around him. The filthy words he'd only partially heard from you before drive him over the edge. He might know how to give you want you need, but you did the same to him. He wanted to prove himself capable and you let him know he was. You covered his pride for his manhood and his role as a husband and he lets himself go inside you with a long guttural groan the tensing every muscle in his body. It'd been a long time coming and you'd both neede it more than either could express, but you both had certainly tried.

With only a hint of the flush in both of your faces being from the realization of what you'd just said to each other in your moments on uncontrollable lust, you stand, panting for only a few moments before you join back together in a kiss that moves you both back towards the bed. You whisper thank you's and I love you's as you lay naked together in bed, wrapped up in one another. You both fall asleep quickly and sleep hard. Neither of you notices the other dream anything through the night. As the light begins to start fading away the night, Forrest wakes. He watches you, soft and content, little helpless sounding mewls escaping your sleeping form, he thinks you look like a soft little kitten in his arms, purring away. He decides to give you what you both needed now, as he softly kisses you awake. As the sun starts to rise, so do you, and by the time the roosters start crowing, he's made love to you the way he'd originally intended. It was lazy and loving and connected the two of you in a way you'd desperately needed. Confessions of love and adoration and praise as he moved slowly inside you. You felt as one and that's how you both knew it should've been. You were Tawny and Forrest, but you're also husband and wife, and more importantly, the one thing that unified you both now and for all the lazy lovemaking sessions and beyond afterward, was that you were both Bondurants. ------- A few months later in December, you get the word that Prohibition was over. As Howard came into the station that morning with the paper in his hands, announcing it to the room in heavy breaths from running to tell you. A funny feeling washes over you, something like relief. After you both stand in your usual places and stare at Howard for long enough to process, you behind the counter and Forrest in the doorway of his office you turn and look directly at each other. Something in the air shifted that day and at the time you weren’t sure exactly what.

He shifts his eyes away from yours, traveling across the room in a hazy way that told you he was thinking. He nods at Howard and grunts, so Howard turns to face you now as he walks towards the bar.

“Can I get you a drink Howard?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles and nods, slapping the top of the counter.

“By God, you sure as hell can Miss Tawny!” The older men in the back raise their hands to indicate they too want in on the festivities.

You hadn’t sold liquor there since the showdown with Rakes, Forrest slowing down to ensure you were kept safe and that there were no further legal issues coming their way. He had a family and a wife to think about, he wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a little extra pocket money.  You’d seen a few men come in, acting like locals but asking for shine and you had assumed they were narcs. Forrest has taught you fast how to spot a rat before they even sat down and asked you anything.

You pour glasses for the men and give Howard a jar who goes to join them. You start preemptively making a batch of Hocakes as you know they’re gonna want them after drinking. The smell and the familiarity bring back plenty of memories from when you first got to the station. It felt good to get back to how things should’ve been the entire time. What a waste of time, of money, of life that whole ordeal was. All over the contents of something from those glass jars that sprang from your mountains as natural and nearly as long as springs after a downpour.

That night you asked Forrest what it all meant. He said he reckoned it meant things would be back to how they used to be. Howard would probably get a still going again nearby, something to keep up with the demand in the station, nothing more. He’d had enough money squirreled away to not have to worry about pushing shine again. He recognized he had too much to lose now and knew his injuries would catch up with as he got older. He might’ve felt invincible with you with him, but he was smart enough, or perhaps sentimental enough not to risk leaving you a widow.

Christmas came a few days later, everyone gathered at the station under the tree you’d decorated, adding more baubles to celebrate the good news. Suitable gifts are exchanged in the public eye, books, tools, and a new leather-bound ledger. But I’m private, Forrest have you the best gift he had to date.

He pulled you close in the low light is the tree before you headed up to bed, giving you a sweet kiss with a hum of happiness behind it.

“One more thing before we go to bed.” He says quietly. You wait patiently with big eyes glowing in the light of the tree. He reaches into the collar of your dress, big fingers managing to unclasp the delicate chain your wedding ring hung on. You watch him slide the ring into his palm and retrieve his thick gold band from his cardigan pocket.

“I wanted to wait until I thought you’d be safe. And as I always am I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Tawny.” he says as he slips his ring on, then puts yours on your finger himself. “If it’s alright with you... Mrs. Bondurant.” He gives you a sweet subtle smile. “I’d like for you to wear this now.” He nods and holds your ring hand between both of his, his resting on top of yours and glowing in the dim light. “We ain’t gotta go peacockin’ about or nothin’.” He smirks, looking up from the rings to your face. “But I'd like for you to wear this ring like this now. If that'd be alright with you.”

You bring your other hand to your chest first, taking a quiet inhale to brace yourself for the tears you knew you come. “You... really Forrest?” You whisper out.

A soft smile that reaches all the way up to his crinkling eyes makes you melt entirely, rearing your chest against his, lacing your fingers into his hand so your rings touch.

“Yeah. What with the law endin’ and all... I don’t believe us to be in any real danger no more. Nothin that would take us away from each other anyway.” He adds with his brow sinking low again as the thought passes his mind.

“Oh, my big sweet man.” you coo. Raising your hand to his face and leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “It isn’t my intention to upset you Forrest, but Everytime someone’s called me Barett I didn’t feel right agreeing to it.” You smile, a mischievous look on his face for you copying his words from him. “But now I don’t have to lie about being a Bondurant anymore. Didn’t have to lie to myself after you married me and now I ain’t gotta lie to no one else.”

“Merry Christmas Tawny Bondurant.” He grins and leans in to kiss you properly.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Bondurant.” You giggle against his soft lips. “Now take me to bed and give me another present.” You snicker, wrinkling your nose and moving one hand down to squeeze his butt.

He lets out an audible laugh and smooches your cheek noisily. “Whatever you want, baby doll.” He grins with that masculine confidence he’s had ever since you’d consummated your marriage in that one, long feverish night. He picks you up threshold style as you laugh in his arms all the way to bed.

———————

As the month's pass, you’re settling into a normal, peaceful existence. Howard got his still, keeping to himself again. He seemed happier for it for a bit. With the noticing of your ring, it seemed it made the younger boys girls get a little antsy, as Jack married Bertha and your Junior followed suit early that spring. With a backup supply of shine and a still up and running, Howard got lonely out there you’re guessing. So many of his friends and family had died in the months of fighting Rakes, the boys he used to shine with were all gone. With Forrest and Jack married he felt the odd man out and surprised everyone by moving to Martinsville to work in the factories. He soon after found himself a wife and started a family, although not in that order.

With the still unmanned, the supply dwindles and with Jack taking over the farm, deciding to work in cattle and tobacco he didn’t have time to run it with a wife and trying to start a family. So the day came when you were down to just a few cases of shine in the storage shed. Forrest finds you standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asks, padding up begind you.

“We only got a few cases left, seems a shame to sell it all. Ain’t no more after this is gone.”

“You goin’ and gettin’ sentimental about the shine sweetheart?” He says with a smile you can’t see.

“I can’t help it.” You pout. “I don’t wanna think there’d be an anniversary where we couldn’t drink it together, ya know? It’s such a big part of what brought us together in the first place.” You explain with a voice that’s whinier than you intend it to be.

“Look at you, gettin' all sentimental on me.” He teases in an affectionate tone. “Let’s keep 'em if it means so much to ya.” He rests his hand on your shoulder. “We'll get some shine for the station from some of them young bucks that’s been makin' it. Won’t have to worry 'bout it being on us after that.”

“You really gonna sell something besides Bondurant shine in the station for me?” You turn to him with a thankful pout on your face, eyes welling up despite yourself.

“I think it was you that told me change ain’t gotta be a bad thing. It’s still Franklin shine." he says with a dismissive shake of his head. I reckon we’ve got more important things to worry about now don’t we?" He nods his chin down at you, hand reaching down to your stomach.

“Yeah. Reckon we do.” You coo up at him. ——————-

With the boys in for Thanksgiving, you’re amongst the new wives in the kitchen. Bertha is newly pregnant and you’re well into your second trimester, hiding under a loose dress and a cardigan of Forrests. You're feeling the tiredness as you work away in the heat of the kitchen. You decide to take a break from the kitchen as you’re feeling light-headed, taking your apron off and laying it over a chair on the back porch, lifting your hair up to let the cool air hit your neck, fluffing your dress to air it out as you lean back against the side of the station.

Howard comes out to smoke, a jar of the new shine in his hand and it’s almost like old times. He lights a cigarette and offers you one and you swat it away.

“No thank you Howard. Just came out to get some air.” You say with a tired sigh.

He studies you and tries to be sneaky about it, but he never is. “I know you ain’t supposed to say this to a woman, and I hope you take no offense but are you... pregnant Tawny?” He asks his eyes narrowed, noticing the signs from his own wife’s experience.

“None taken. And I look that way because I am.” You let out a chuckle and reach down to pull the flowy bottom of you dress tighter and rubbing your stomach to show the growing bump.

A slow but huge grin spread across his face, standing straight up and heading over to you quickly to squeeze you in a big hug. “I had no clue!” He says loudly. “You and Forrest never tell no nobody nothin’!” He laughs loudly, resting your feet back on the ground. “Christ... you havin' a baby!" he says in disbelief.

"Yeah, a baby, Howard." you chuckle and straighten your dress back down.

Having watched you come outside and hearing Howard's raised voice Forrest come out in protector mode, which he stayed in ever since you'd found out you were pregnant. He looks over at Howard from under a low brow.

Howard removes his hat and smacks it onto his leg. "You bastard, you didn't tell me!" he hisses, smacking his brothers arm with his hat.

Forrest turns his head to you, standing and looking sweet with your hand on your stomach with an annoyed but amused look on his face.

"He asked anyway... I didn't tell him." you say defensively, walking up to Forrest's side as he looks down at your stomach. "We knew they'd find out eventually." you say obviously with a shake of your head.

"I 'spose you're right about that too." he says a smile that's so subtle only you can read it.

Howard watches, his heart swelling with pride for his baby brother and his childhood friend as you kiss Forrest sweetly on the cheek and his eyes soften. It seemed that now everyone had settled down, shacked up and was ready to ride out another long winter. By springtime, there'd be a few more Bondurants in the world, waiting to raise whatever hell the next generation found it suited for them to get into. Same as it ever was, same as it'll always be.

@hardygal69 @jaegeeeeer @parlezvoustomhardy @pootle @negansdirtygirl22 @vale0413 @divadinag @emerald-bijou @emiliesnowflake @lightwoodt @spotted-possibilities @thinkingsofamadwoman  @raceylacy

[cinebration]

Requests! *ONE DAY LEFT!*

Opening requests again! The deadline for submitting a request is Wednesday, September 15th, 2021 at 5:00PM PST (1:00AM GMT on September 16th).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

[rp-partner-search]

Hi friends! My name is Stevie, I'm a 24 year old female from Canada. My preferred pronouns are she/her. I am currently looking for a long term roleplay partner, continue reading for all the details.

Writing style:

I only write in third person past tense. Reply lengths range from 15-20 lines. Can differ when we are writing dialogue as to avoid repetition. I have been roleplaying and writing for the last 8 years on and off.

Timezone & Availability:

GMT-4. My schedule is pretty varied, on days when I am working from home I have more time to reply but on days when I am at the office it might be a little difficult for me to reply consistently throughout the day. I am most active from 7pm-12am.

Preferences:

I mostly do fandom roleplays. I have multiple plot ideas and I am more than happy to work with a roleplay partner to develop a plot or even to make changes to an existing plot that I have written.

Characters & Pairings:

I like to play one of my many OCs opposite the fandom characters I like.

OCxCanon, CanonxCanon (select few)

Mostly FxM pairings

Fandoms & Characters:

*Lawless (Forrest Bondurant)

*Legend (Ronnie and/or Reggie Kray)

*Venom 2018 (Eddie Brock & Venom)

Warrior (Tom Conlon)

Peaky Blinders (Alfie Solomons)

The Drop (Bob Saginowski)

Dark Knight Rises (Bane)

*Current favourites I would love to write*

Rules & Expectations:

I do not roleplay with minors, and would like my partner to be at least 19 years old.

I do not do smut only roleplays, but my roleplays can and most likely will contain some nsfw content.

Please be literate, and able to match my responses (10-20 lines on average).

Respect is incredibly important to me. We are all human, we all have our off days, we all have lives to live and we are all going through something (specially since 2020). I will not tolerate spamming, ghosting, or any behaviours of that sort. I expect this from you, and you can expect this from me as well.

Keep in mind that roleplay is a place to have fun, and to use as a creative outlet.

Roleplays are done on Discord only.

Before roleplaying I always discuss limits and topics that should not be included in our roleplay, it is important to me that my roleplay partner feels comfortable and not forced into any subject or situation they do not want to be in.

Contact:

Interact with this post and I will reach out to you!

I look forward to hearing from you ❤️

****PLEASE DO NOT LIKE IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN ROLEPLAYING****

[roleplayfinder]

Hello! 24f looking for a 19+ long-term roleplay partner.

Style: 3rd person past tense. Reply length ranges from 10-20 lines.

Timezone: GMT-4

Preferences: I mostly do fandom roleplays (I have listed them below). I have multiple plot ideas and I am more than happy to work with a roleplay partner to develop a plot, or even make changes to an existing plot that I have.

Characters: I like to play one of my many OCs opposite the fandom characters I like. (I have listed those below).

Ships: OCxCanon, CanonxCanon (select few), FxM

Fandoms/Characters:

Lawless (Film/2012) - Forrest Bondurant

Warrior (FILM/2011) - Tom Conlon

Venom (FILM/2018) - Eddie Brock & Venom

Dark Knight Rises (FILM/2012) - Bane

Peaky Blinders (TV SHOW 2013-Present) - Alfie Solomons

The Drop (FILM/2014) - Bob Saginowski

Rules:

I do not roleplay with minors, and would like my partner to be 19+.

I do not do smut only roleplays.

Please be literate, and able to match my responses.

Roleplays are only done on Discord.

Contact: Interact with this post by liking or commenting and I will reach out to you as soon as possible!

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Hey y’all! I’ve been kinda sorta inactive for the past few days which is pretty normal for my social media usage, I’m lurking around though and on a break so pretty bored!! Shoot me a request! Any hardy character and topic and I’ll see what I can whip up ❤️

[until-theend-oftheline]

Kari’s Tom Hardy Writing Challenge

Since I am not hosting a quickie challenge this month I decided to try and do something different. This challenge is dedicated to the awesomeness that’s Tom Hardy. I picked a few of my favorite characters of his you can choose to write for - or you can do a rpf. If that sounds like something you might find fun - keep reading :D

Due Date: April 2nd (don’t worry about timezone. As long as it’s the 2nd somewhere it counts.)

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. If you create a series only part one has to be posted before the due date.

Fandom: Tom Hardy

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and ends when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs and crack are all welcome. I prefer none AUs - so fics that take place in the cinematic universe the character you choose is from. I don’t wanna limit you here though so if AU is what floats your boat, make it AU.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No underage. No incest or selfcest. No half animal anything please. No glorification on cheating(it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs! No monster or tentacle porn in Eddie Brock and/or Venom fics - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask,

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Tom Hardy Challenge. And use the # Kari’s Tom Hardy Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc.  If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Y_FzXxeqyJZI7bPvv4KLzJlok_jq47DZHeLyUVr_AcQ/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a quote (all are something either Tom or one of his characters said) and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. For now 1 person can sign up 2 times (one prompt per story).

All pairings must be x reader or OC or general fics:

Tom Hardy (rpf)

Reggie Kray

Alfie Solomons

James Delaney

Eddie Brock (you can use venom but no monster porn!)

Max

Forrest Bondurant

Eames

Prompts:

1 “That’s simple really. I just left him in a hole. The rest is history.” @erak-w (Alfie Solomons) 

2 “What on earth are you on about?” @thatfanficstuff (Alfie Solomons)

3 “I’m singing right now on the inside. I’m dancing as well a little bit.” @marvelgirl7 (Eddie Brock)

4 “I like dogs more than people. Apart from the select few who I see as dogs.”

5 “Yes I was. Actually yes I was. Yes. Yeah. I can’t say anything about that.”

6 “I had no idea what we were doing. But I know it was awesome.”

7 “Put that in the swag pile”

8 “It’s quite hard to be Taboo when you got your hands tied. But it shouldn’t be. Paradoxically.”

9 “I’m gonna drink from a very small cup”

10 “We know it’s a drama cause I got my arse out”

11 “He’ll wake up. Granted he won’t have any teeth but he’ll be a wiser man for it” @queen-of-the-avengers (Tom Hardy)

12 “Who fights by the sword fucking dies by it”

13 “You can leave if you need to go to the little boys room or something” @seeingthestarsmakesmedream (Eddie Brock)

14 “Intelligence is a very valuable thing innit my friend? Usually it comes far too late.”

15 “There we must go we who wander this Wasteland, in search of our better selves.”

16 Hope is a mistake. If you can’t fix what’s broken you go insane”

17 “I tell myself they can’t touch me. They are long dead” @docharleythegeekqueen  (Eddie Brock)

18 “It’s not the violence that sets men apart. It’s the distance he is willing to go”

19 “We are survivors. We control our fear. Without fear we are as good as dead”

20 “We lay down for nobody”

21 “Patience doesn’t get you what you want”

22 “I’m not being funny here but the thought of you mom answering that door is a bit shocking so...”

23 “You want me to deliver it? I ain't going for that door”

25 “Nonono let him in. He’s only little”

26 “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger darling”

27 “You’re still working with that stick in the mud”

28 “Your condescension is as always much appreciated. Thank you.”

29 “Arrgh! Who said that?”

30 “Again? You’re gonna get me killed”

31 “No! We do not eat policemen”

32 “Don’t go around the back of the telly without you mom and dad watching you or touch any wires or look for a door”

33 “Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important.” @sillesworldofwriting (Eddie Brock)

34 “Leave me or take me. I’m a bag of twiglets. What’s up?!”

35 “She seems like the princess. In a nice way”

36 “Love all things unless it’s coming at you mate. In which case despatch it with the love.”

37 “I’m not really good with heights” @queen-of-the-avengers (Eddie Brock)

38 “I have a parasite”

39 “This is dead. Dead!” @becs-bunker (Eddie Brock)

40 “It’s a term of endearment” @until-theend-oftheline (Eddie Brock)

Challenge tags

@ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off @captain-rogers-beard @dolphinpink310 @grace-for-sale @docharleythegeekqueen @rebelslicious @thorne93 @hillywooddestiel @peterman-parker @queen-of-deans-booty @acreativelydifferentlove @emilyevanston @blacktithe7 @becs-bunker @roxyspearing @blacktithe7 @cassiefanfic @readitandweepfics @kayla-of-shield @fangirlextraordinaire @thatfanficstuff @danijimenezv @hopes-archer @marvelentertainment_madam08 @averyrogers83 @thelookingglassalice @slowlywithfreedom