#james delaney

[potter-solomons]

Yes, thick boy indeed.

#james #JAMES #FUCKING JAMES #tom hardy #facepuller #taboofx #james delaney #james keziah delaney

[super-lupus]

I promise it was an accident

#i just #i love him so much #alfie solomons #james delaney #tommy conlon #eddie brock #max rockatansky #tom hardy

[hecatemoon87]

Tom Hardy

Dynamic

Compassionate

Talented

Unstoppable

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #facepuller #tom hardy fan fic #james delaney #eddie brock #alfie solomons

[lyralu91]

Just a beautiful picture of a beautiful man ❤️

#tom hardy #james delaney #james keziah delaney #my muse #taboobbc #taboofx #fanficion #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You

TH Masterlist

Tag List: @buttercupsandboys @zablife @hecatemoon87 @potter-solomons @alikaheroes @vir-tual @dreamlandcreations @liliac-dreamer @elijahssuit @rose-like-the-phoenix

Forrest Bondurant

Normally, he’d never step inside a lingerie shop since it’s a woman’s domain. However, one day the mood strikes him and leaves him thinking he has to prove himself capable. So, instead of waiting outside as he usually does, he tags along.

Now, Forrest is not one for shopping at all. He even leaves groceries fully to you (unless you’re too busy, he’ll get them himself then). However, the way he acts in the lingerie shop has you rethink your assumptions about your stoic grumpy husband.

He passively aggressively hands you bras he thinks look good on you but refuses to say why exactly. Most of them are white or the colour of sand and have botanical embroidery or lace. In the fitting room, it’s hard to tell his opinion on stuff because, being a man of few words and a lot of grunts, the best you can get out of him is a sound you’ll have to interpret yourself.

Though there are varying degrees of approval in his noises, he thinks you look marvellous regardless of what you’re wearing. However, he might lose it if you show him a garter.

Leo Demidov

His usual stern though calm demeanour crumbles the moment you point out a lingerie shop you want to visit. Nevertheless, not wanting to deny you anything, he lets you pull him along. His discomfort is noticeable in the way he’s even more quiet than usual and refuses to let go of your hand. Also, he avoids your eyes, especially when you ask him what he thinks about the item in your hand.

In a low voice like he’s embarrassed to be heard, he points out bras and briefs that make him think of things at home, like the strawberry patch in your garden.

Leo loves pastel colours on you, but especially blueberry blue because it was over a cup of tea and blueberry scone he first fell for you.

Alfie Solomons

He has the time of his life and that is not an exaggeration. In fact, he probably enjoys shopping for lingerie more than you do. Then again, can you blame him? Alfie loves to dress you up (especially in silk) and spoil you rotten.

The employees can’t help but gawk as he hands you one item after another, soon leaving you blindly tagging after him because you’re too busy balancing the load in your arms. Neither do they stop him when he accompanies you to the fitting rooms because they know who they’re dealing with and know it’s less than advisable to go against the King of Camden. Nevertheless, he suppresses his urges until you’re home because he doesn’t want to let them have to deal with the aftermath just because he had to have his Queen.

But once you’re home, oh dear. Save to say, you won’t be getting out of bed after you’ve shown him all your new pretty outfits.

Eddie Brock

He’s shy at first because it’s already embarrassing to him he’s in a lingerie shop. Doesn’t matter you’re his girlfriend (soon to be fiancée), it feels like trespassing into uncharted territory. What’s more, rather than a bloke accompanying his girl, he’s one who occasionally talks to himself and so attracts unwanted attention. Well, you know he’s actually talking to Venom, but others don’t.

Speaking of Venom, the symbiote and Eddie are at odds when it comes to what they think looks good on you. Venom is a firm advocate for anything black, especially loving it if there are moonstone accents and intricate patterns. Eddie, on the other hand, is a firm believer in red and pink as well as simplistic design.

Nonetheless, you give him a look of utter disbelief when he points out a rosy brief with a fluffy pompom attached to the back. Venom agrees with Eddie’s opinion it makes you look like a bunny, an adorable prey. However, you and it are of one mind in that it’s surprising he likes this kind of thing.

Bob Saginowski

You could not even move him with a truck. Bob is hellbent on staying outside while you shop. The one time he went in he immediately regretted it. His ears were already tinged pink when his gaze fell on the store’s contents. However, they became a bright crimson when an image of you in the mint green set with an intricate lace pattern the mannequin in front of him wore popped into his head.

The flush crept to his cheeks when you started asking him his opinion on the items you picked, holding up bras to your chest or dangling briefs in front of him. Not a single word could be wrenched out of him, his short-circuited brain having left him an absolute disaster.

Bob insisted it was fine to try on some stuff, weakly gesturing to the fitting rooms and sticking up a thumb to show it was alright. You, on the other hand, wanted to put him out of his misery. After all, though funny at first, you could tell how uncomfortable he was. So you made your way to the till instead and went home.

Not that wearing lingerie there affects him any differently.

James Delaney

Is it you doing the shopping or him? James, despite his stoicism, is almost extremely critical when it comes to lingerie. He’ll have a comment ready about every piece you pick and isn’t at least entirely black. Yes, entirely because God forbid you pick something with even a smidge of colour. This is not a joke, by the way. Either it’s black or it’s a no. After all, he’s the one who’s paying.

Look, you tried to pay yourself in the past but either always found yourself cut off at the pin machine or the amount miraculously transferred back to your account via a bank account held by J.K. Delaney. Though he won’t admit it outright, James likes having financial control. Be it the bills, your expenses on wants (things you technically don’t seriously need but are nice to have, like clothes), the groceries, the mortgage, new furniture, he pays. You don’t know where he gets the money from because to you his antiquarian business seems fairly quiet, generating enough income to get by. The same goes for the articles he writes for academic publications. You’ve given up on asking, though, because each time you merely got a slightly displeased grunt and an off-handed comment not to worry. On the bright side, you at least get to finally pay your health insurance yourself!

Unlike Alfie, James doesn’t care about making a mess of the fitting rooms. If he wants his girl, he’ll have her on the spot. Bonus points if she looks especially marvellous in the set he picked for her (and which will definitely be bought). The staff just keep their fingers crossed and hope for the best each time you two drop by.

#Tom Hardy #Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Eddie Brock imagine #Venom #Eddie Brock #Tom Hardy imagine #Forrest Bondurant #Leo Demidov #James Delaney

[elliamarts]

Another tv show has swallowed my soul

#myart #taboofx #taboobbc #james keziah delaney #james delaney #Zilpha Geary #Robert taboobbc #Winter taboobbc #Michael Godfrey #James Delaney x Michael Godfrey #i’m foaming at the mouth #the gays #i love my emotionally repressed fucked sideways boys #ommetaphobia #Anna Delaney #Salish Delaney #men crying

[thedevilshardy]

What they will do to you - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part III - dirty!

James Delaney

This man does not only do magic somewhere in his house or in the woods, but also inside you. Forget everyone you knew before you were allowed to climb into bed with James!

His seduction doesn't start with dating, no. He makes you dream of him, crawling into your pretty night's sleep like he belongs there. These dreams make you pulsing, your inner walls won't stop contracting, ruling your body and your whole soul. Your screams are so loud you know everyone will hear it. But all you can do is clawing to your sheets and be dream-fucked the finest.

God - there's teeth, nips, bites, howling hums out of the depth of his throat while he claims you. His hands are your new leader, and they keep you where he wants you to be. Only in high dizzyness, drunk with lust, will you know what he does with the velvet cuffs and ropes, that sneak around your body like the snake out of garden Eden.

You've never kept your legs that much spread just to let him rut between them. All wet sounds, rattling bed, bitten off moans.

You never knew an orgasm can keep up this long, leaving you shaking, leaving you completely boneless. But you can't move, these bondage stripes keep you there in your high...

Eames

He's smart, and you know he's a damn good player for everything that lies beyond the curtain. His sometimes terrible choice of colours still makes him even more interesting.

As a gambler, he knows how to play. He needs to keep his mind occupied - that's why he can lick your pussy and still tell you how fucking good you taste on his tongue, with a smug smile.

He loves games, that's why you find yourself wide-legged and wet on his lap, riding his swollen dick like there's no one watching. "Come on, show Daddy how you make him cum"- ohhhhh, that raspy voice so close to your ear.

Eames doesn't like to get off just in bed. You'll find yourself spread out on a gaming table, on the rattling washing machine when you wanted to do laundry, you get fucked mindless bend over the kitchen counter. Plus, he uses his skilled fingers to double your orgasm.

Would never admit it, but he's an absolute fan of cuddling after. Although he'll sneak out of the window at night, once you fall asleep.

Eddie Brock

He seems a bit shy sometimes, and it's you who needs to take the first step. Although you can feel his intense gazes right on you whenever you move.

Absolutely gentle at first, might push you over the edge even before you two get completely started. He just knows how to touch a woman and make her go all soft beneath him.

His in-and-out-game is goals. His dick just glides perfectly well into you, out of you, deep, hard, just fucking touching and pushing everything right. He's got a tight hold on you, keeps you all wet and wanting, whispering filthy things into your ear.

He goes wild, you can feel it, smell it, sense it, in and out - oh god, he's so good, but wait, was that a dark tentacle sliding around your wrist, pining you down to the bed...?

It is a dark tentacle, and it holds you tight, keeps you down, and there's another one, sliding wetly between your legs, it's so omgfuckinggood and suddenly you feel so stretched out and fucked open, longing for air...

So, that's it so far. I would have Max Rockatansky as a backup, if anyone wanna have him (did I miss someone else that is absolutely turning you on?) - and I'm always open for any wishes. Thank you so much for reading, sharing, liking, commenting! It means so damn much to me. 🤍

#tom hardy #character sheet #eddie brock #venom movie #eames #james delaney #pining #friday

[piinkdove]

This scene is a blessing that we were all robbed of im sure 🥲🤭

#tom hardy #edward thomas hardy #facepuller #james delaney

[mlmxreader]

Run Away With Me | James Delaney x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ James Delaney (enby, gn, or male reader)

“Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know how much I loved you.” ❞

: ̗̀➛ James can't leave you alone, and you don't want him to; but maybe there's a way around it after all.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, adultery

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

You watched as James crossed the room, his shirt all a scruff and his trousers starting to fray at the bottoms; he looked so pretty when he was just existing, looking out the window with his hands clasped behind his back. You stirred a little, getting comfortable and lying on your side with your hand propping up your head, your elbow dipping into the mattress.

You could watch him for hours, if the truth were to be told, and you had a feeling that he already knew that; he knew you better than anyone, you knew he probably already clocked on a while ago.

He grunted as he tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. In the distance, he could see the person you were intending to marry and had been since his disappearance; he never liked them, he knew that they weren't good for you at all.

But even James couldn't deny that they were certainly good looking, and with their strong family name and their money, he knew that you would be looked after; he did also know, though, that that was not the life you ever wanted. You wanted to get your hands dirty, to have calluses on your skin and rough fingers.

He knew what you were. A member of the lower class, yet content to be a worker as opposed to frolicking and gallivanting with the rich and wealthy. The person you were going to marry would never understand that, and nor would they understand the way you felt pride in it.

"James?"

He slowly turned at the sound of your voice, taking one last look out the window before sitting on the bed by your knees. His hand rested at your lower back so he was slightly leaning across you; his glare was intense, and although it could make anyone else squirm, it only made you smile.

He looked at your lips for a moment, then returned his gaze to yours. "Yes?"

"Don't worry about them," you whispered softly. "It's a marriage of convenience and nothing else... you know my heart was always yours."

James swallowed thickly as he nodded slowly, moving to lean down a little more, turning you onto your back and letting his free hand rest at the base of your throat. "Do not decieve me."

You shook your head, daring to crack a smile as you moved his hand up to rest directly on your throat; you needed him to know that you trusted him, that you trusted he would never hurt you. "I already have, though."

He grunted, furrowing his brows and letting his fingers gently splay out across your throat.

"Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know how much I loved you." You smiled, licking your lips. "And now it's all too clear to me."

James pulled back a little, pulling down the blankets and knocking your legs apart so he could kneel between them; his forearms came crashing down on either side of your head as he leaned in close.

His breath hot and harsh on your features as he did his best to keep himself under control; you put one hand at the back of his head, the other resting on his jaw as you furrowed your brows with curiosity.

"James?" You whispered.

"They could walk in," he grumbled, lowering his head so that his mouth was right next to your ear. "You wouldn't care, would you?"

"I doubt they would either," you admitted with a soft laugh. "I told them from the beginning that I was never theirs, only yours. Always yours."

You heard him swallow, and he slowly moved so that his face was just a few centimetres from your own. Your knee came to rest against his hip as you stared up at him, your hand slipping down until you gently tugged at his shirt. It was easy to see the undone buttons, how they allowed just a slight look at his chest with its titillating v-shape, exposing only a glimpse of the tattoos.

"I'm always yours," you promised him.

James nodded, but could only lunge forward, capturing your lips with his; it was open mouthed, with him swallowing every whimper that came from your throat and eagerly taking every moan that threatened to leave you.

But he grabbed your wrists with both hands, pinning them above your head so that you couldn't touch him. Even when he pulled away, he kept your wrists pinned.

"Mine," he grunted out.

"Always," you agreed. "I love you, James, I always have. I... I never stopped looking for you, either. I never did."

He nodded, looking at your lips for a moment before daring to hum quietly. "Come with me."

"James-"

"Come with me," he quietly demanded. "Leave them."

You shook your head, regret filling your eyes. "I would love to, but if I left... I need the money. My family, we... we've been struggling and-"

"I will look after them," James growled. "And you."

"I couldn't possibly-"

"It isn't a question," he grunted out. "I will carry you out if I have to."

You laughed, your head hitting the pillow harshly as you writhed a little; James waited for you to close your eyes before he smiled. The thought of him throwing you over his shoulder and whisking you away gave you a mental image that you could only find comedic.

"Alright," you agreed eventually, still wheezing and making soft "ooh" sounds as you tried to calm down. "I will come with you. But do not carry me over your shoulder."

He nodded, completely pulling away from you and tugging the bag out from under the bed; with just a look, he told you to stay put as he packed your things. So you did, grinning as you watched him so closely and so carefully.

If there was one thing that you never got tired of, and would always adore, it was watching James; you could watch him for a thousand years.

#mlem writes #james delaney x reader #james delaney x you #james delaney imagine #james delaney #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x y/n #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy

[potter-solomons]

#tom hardy #james delaney #taboofx

[samantha-rae-velcher]

What I write for Pt. 2

Star Wars

The Witcher

Taboo

Peaky Blinders

Boardwalk Empire

Stranger things

The last of us

Spartacus

Slashers

YouTubers

___

Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Poe Dameron

Han Solo

Qui Gon Jinn

Obi Wan Kenobi

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Eskel

Dijkstra

Taboo

James Delaney

Atticus

George Cholmondeley

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Shelby

Boardwalk Empire

Al Capone

Charlie Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Meyer Lansky

Owen Slater

Arnold Rothstein

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Dimitri Antonov

The last of us

Joel Miller

Spartacus

Spartacus

Crixus

Ashur

Gannicus

Agron

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers

Thomas Hewitt

Ghost face / Mickey Altieri

YouTubers

Jschlatt

SoftWilly/ Nick

IsaacWhy

Ted Nivison

Swaggersouls

Fitz

Toby on the tele

Mason

inotorious

Mully

Joshdub

Narrator

Juicy

Markiplier

___

What I write

Smut

Angst

Violence

Fluff

Male character x Fem reader

What I don't write

Incest

Rape

Male character x male reader

Fem character x Fem reader

Male reader x fem character

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #markiplier x reader #markiplier x fem reader #markiplier #swaggersouls x reader #ted nivison #mully x reader #james delaney #james delaney x reader #peaky blinders #star wars x you #star wars x reader #joel miller x fem reader #joel miller #stranger things #boardwalk empire x fem reader #boardwalk empire x reader #Geralt of Rivia x reader #the witcher #jschlatt x reader

[hecatemoon87]

Mano a Mano: Tom Hardy Characters

Alfie Solomons vs. James Delaney

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

Alfie: Alright then, who's this cunt?

James: *silently glares*

Alfie: Are you fuckin' gonna say something? Or are you just here to waste me bloody time?!

James: You speak as if you think you're the one in command, a foolish assumption.

Alfie: Oh, ho, the fuckin' bastard can speak! Let me guess, you think you're the fuckin' Queen of England?

James: I detest the empire. No, I am James Delaney, and I perhaps have a use for you.

Alfie: You fuckin' what? A use for me? No, no, mate. I have a use for you. You see this fist? Yeah? Your face would be brilliantly useful for slamming it against.

James: If it is a duel you're suggesting, I can oblige.

Alfie: Well then, let's get on with it already.

My personal opinion: they would destroy each other. They cancel each other out based on similarities like being soldiers, having rage issues, and both having an incredible knack for manipulation, control, and strategy.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #facepuller #tom hardy fan fic #james delaney #alfie solomons

[lyralu91]

Behind the scenes of Taboo (2017) - because we need more James! ALSO: look at his hands 😭❤️

#tom hardy #james delaney #james keziah delaney #taboobbc #taboofx #my love #my muse

[elliamarts]

They’re here!! @lyralu91 Speedpaint underneath

#myart #lorna bow #Lorna Delaney #taboobbc #taboofx #james delaney #james keziah delaney #James Delaney x Lorna Bow #digital art #speed paint #i love these two #she’s so pretty

[joannaket3]

so ladies and gentleman i collected my idols since i was 18 years old until today(im 22) idk since my aadulthood mysticism and supernatural appeal to me a lot!i feel like that everyone like this stuff but none is intrested to discuss it with me thats why im writing about it on tumblr

#scarlet witch #wandavision #kateolsen #eva green #vanessa ives #james delaney #tomhardy #naksu #wednesday #wednesday adams #mary sibley #zelda spellman #melisandre

[anadelaney79]

Midnight fire

Summary: You can't deny yourself to a man like James Delaney.

Pairing: James Delaney x Reader

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+ Sex (p in v). Inappropriate Language. A bit of violence

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Midnight fire

The night was deep, silent. You were cold, barefoot in the middle of the kitchen, drinking a glass of warm milk. You couldn't sleep. You've been sleepless all week, feeling his presence. You knew he was trying to reach for you. But you didn't want him. Not in that way.

The slam of the front door closing made you shudder. He was here, coming in like if everything, everywhere and everyone was his dominion. His footsteps down the hallway quickened your breathing. He broke into the kitchen like if there is something that's bothering him, on the brink of madness. You expected that. You've been waiting for this moment all week. His eyes pure fire, his lips bright and puffed, his fists containing anger and raby, his chest swelling with each breathing.

He tossed his hat aside and began to unbotton his coat, staring at you and not saying a word. The only sound in the room was the heavy breathings, mingling into one, both of you iluminated by the fireplace. You clung to the counter, as if waiting for the hurricane.

"You…" was all he said through clenched teeth. "What the hell do you think you are doing?", her index finger wrapped in her leather glove pointing at you, inquisitor.

"James, if you have any sense..." you said, almost inaudible.

A kick flew, rolling a chair next to him across the floor.

"People who do not know me soon come to understand that I do not have any sense", he murmured, as if nothing had happened.

He took off his coat and then, layer by layer, the rest of his clothes, slowly and without taking his eyes off you. Your body vibrated, as if fear and uncontrollable desire condensed deep in your belly. The desire to flee and to pounce on him, licking every inch of his skin, were the same.

"What are you doing?" you asked, but you knew the answer.

Black tattoos peeked out as, one by one, the buttons on his shirt were undone, coming down to a side of his neck and going down, forming an intricate geometric figure on his chest and on his arm.

You've never seen anything like it. His skin shone with the nervous light of the unruly fire. Your nipples perked up under the fine cotton nightgown. The moisture between your legs began to make you restless, seeking release.

"James..."

"Hush," he whispered, his heavy eyelids closing slightly. "You will learn not to close yourself from me anymore. You…" he finished taking off his shirt "…you are mine."

"No," your mouth said, though your body writhed with desire, "I am not yours, James Delaney."

He walked without a word and with long strides to you, your skin was fire between in the light nightgown. The scent of his skin reached your nostrils, running through you. His eyes swept over you as he growled like a wild beast admiring his helpless prey.

"I'm not afraid of you"… the words came softly out of your mouth.

"That we will see". The words just came out of his mouth when his whole body avalanched on yours. In one quick, firm motion, he imprisoned your body against a wall, your cheek against the cold tiles. He brought your arms over your head and gripped your wrists with one of his huge hands.

"You are hurting me!" you said in a sob.

"And you still haven't seen anything," he whispered in your ear. Your skin prickled at the feel of his lips on your earlobe, his tongue licking the skin of your ear and working its way down, biting hard into the delicate flesh between your shoulder and neck.

You felt his other hand on your thigh, lifting the fabric of your nightgown with difficulty.

"You will feel me. And you will not deny yourself to me anymore."

You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him entry, which was immediate. Pinned down with his hand on your wrists, above your head, you felt the tip of his erection force its way between your legs.

"No!" you cry out, but you were not resisting.

"No?", he sneered at you. "Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop"

But you didn't say a word. You loved it as much as he did. You needed it. You longed for it and even though you knew it wasn't right, you wanted it.

The wetness in your pussy welcomed him warmly, and he moaned with pleasure.

"Fuck…" he let out between his teeth before starting to move like an animal inside of you. Your walls coupled as best as they could to the tremendous invasion of his hard member, which lashed out mercilessly. He released your wrists pulling hard on your hair instead. With your head tilted back he sought your lips with his, without kissing them. Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, releasing all the tension.

"This is you" he said in his deep, unchanging voice. "This is us..." His other hand flew to your mouth, and you licked his fingers, rough and dirty. His scent permeated your skin, sweat drops moistening your hips as they slid down his torso.

Unintelligible words left his mouth and he turned your body to him with one hand, forcing your hip. Your back arched off the wall and your leg got tangled on his hip. You clung to the back of his neck and scratched at his skin with your fingernails impatiently, making him hurt. His eyes looked for yours, dark with desire, and his tongue tangled with yours desperately. Your moans merged with his growls, your skin merged with his skin, his essence and yours were one.

His hand flew to your throat, pressing his fingers into it with increasing strength. You opened your eyes. Fear washed over you, and you sought his gaze.

"Don't…" you started to say.

"Do not think," he interrupted you. "We are not good at thinking."

You felt your face get red as his fingers apply more and more pressure on your throat, the air running out of your lungs. All of your senses heightened, you could feel the blood pumping in your ears, your pussy pulsing around his cock, making it wetter, allowing the two of you to slide like the most perfect and violent sonnet.

An animal scream tore from your chest, and you almost didn't recognize your voice as the most impetuous orgasm pierced through you like a flaming dagger. His arrhythmic and uncontrolled thrusts united to your beating cunt milking his member, giving you the pearly and warm liquid from the depths of his being like a treasure. You whole body trembled, and you felt his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck.

He came out of you and you felt his slimy liquid spilling between your thighs with a sigh. He let his warm forehead rest on your chest. But you couldn't move. You didn't want to either. You kenw it would be the beginning of everything, and that was the real fear.

#james delaney #fan fic author #tom hardy #james delaney fic #james delaney fanfiction #james delaney smut #tom hardy x reader #james delaney x reader #tom hardy fanfic