#mob!tom holland x you

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

COMING SOON!!!

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Ballerina Reader

(I do my best to be as non-descriptive as possible, but I do use she / her and mention that reader is a ballerina)

Inspired by the question: Have you ever tried to eat at a restaurant, which happened to be a mafia / mob front, but you didn’t know that, and everyone inside just stared as you walked in because nobody actually eats there?

I FINALLY decided what I want my first piece back to be and I’m so excited shdiznejfns it’s very funny if I do say so myself. Once I got the idea I rushed and typed it on my phone and I already KNOW there are so many spelling errors because I have auto correct turned off and right now it looks like shit hahdndisfn. BUUUUT I just need to give it a quick read through / fix errors on my laptop and we’ll be good to go! Full preview below the cut :)

It had been Bucky’s idea to name the restaurant Tony’s. After their dear friend who had given his life in a war that should’ve never been fought.

It had been Peter’s idea to ‘open a restaurant’. He pointed out that it would be the perfect realistic cover, though Steve argued that they didn’t really need one. Everyone in Brooklyn and the neighboring cities knew who they were, why did they need to put up any sort of front?

In the end, Bucky sided with Peter. They needed a place to talk shop and handle business, and it had to be somewhere that the outside wouldn’t attract any trouble (aka law enforcement). A warehouse was too obvious and was practically begging to be raided. He agreed with Steve, though, in that everyone knew who they were and what their business really was. He pointed out that it was actually a good thing. It would be pretty obvious that the restaurant wasn’t a restaurant, and they wouldn’t attract actual customers. But they’d make it legit, so that they couldn’t be shut down. Like Peter said, they needed a realistic cover.

Within a month, Tony’s was up and running. Running, as in the lights were on during what would be deemed normal business hours. The door was kept locked, but that didn’t matter because as Bucky predicted, no one tried to actually eat there.

Until one day when rehearsal ran nearly 2 hours late. You were tired, exhausted mentally and physically, and you just wanted some comfort food before heading back to your apartment to enjoy the next 2 days off. Still somewhat new to the city, you decided to get off of the subway one stop earlier, and find a restaurant on your way home.

Luckily for you, a neon sign reading TONY’S caught your eye. Unbeknownst to you, there was a meeting going on inside, and someone had forgotten to lock the front entrance.

As you pushed the door open, you had no idea the events that were about to unfold.

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[thollandsgirl2013]

I have an idea for a mob tom fanfic it's where Tom and the reader are best friends ( since childhood) but she doesn't know that he's a mob boss. Tom has been secretly in love with her but doesn't want to pursue her due to all the danger that she will be in. One day, a rival of toms figures out that she is Tom's weakness and decides to kidnap her

Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took so long.

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𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff, kidnapping, violence, angst, happy ending.

Summary → Tom saves you from his rival and finally confesses his feelings.

(gif not mine)

You wiped your hands on your apron, glancing at the clock above the café counter. Five minutes until closing. As you started stacking chairs, the familiar chime of the doorbell rang.

“Cutting it close, aren’t we?” You teased without looking, already knowing who it was.

“Had to see my favorite barista before the day ended,” Tom quipped, strolling in with that infuriatingly smug grin of his.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky I don’t charge you double for all the ‘favors’ you ask for.”

“Favors? Darling, I call it your way of expressing undying devotion.”

“Undying devotion?” You echoed, crossing your arms. “Don’t flatter yourself, Holland.”

He laughed, a warm, rich sound that never failed to make you smile, even when you didn’t want to. Tom had always been like this—cocky, confident, and impossible to resist.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing a stool and sitting across from you. “Let me at least walk you home tonight. Can’t have you wandering the streets alone.”

You shook your head, already used to his overprotectiveness. “I’m perfectly capable of walking home, you know.”

“I know,” he said, his tone softening as he leaned forward. “But I’d feel better if I came with you.”

“Why? Afraid someone’s going to kidnap me?” You teased.

Tom froze for the briefest second, his jaw tightening before he forced a smile. “Something like that.”

You frowned, sensing the tension beneath his playful tone. “Tom, are you—”

“I’m fine,” he cut in, standing abruptly. “Let’s get going, yeah?”

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Across the street, hidden in the shadows, Vincent and his men watched the scene unfold.

“There she is,” Vincent muttered, his gaze fixed on you as you walked out of the café with Tom. “The infamous best friend.”

One of his men chuckled. “She doesn’t look like much.”

“No, but she seems everything to Holland,” Vincent said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “You see the way he looks at her? Like she’s the last good thing in his life. That makes her valuable. Makes her a weapon.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness. “We’ll hit him where it hurts. And when he’s broken, we’ll take everything else.”

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The smell of damp concrete and rust filled your nostrils as you woke, disoriented and aching. The sharp edges of zip ties cut into your wrists, and the cold metal chair beneath you offered no comfort.

You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings. The warehouse was dimly lit, shadows flickering along the walls.

“Well, well,” a voice drawled, breaking the silence. “Look who’s finally awake.”

You turned to see a man stepping out of the shadows, his smirk sending a chill down your spine.

“Who the hell are you?” You demanded, your voice hoarse but steady.

“The guy who’s going to bring your little boyfriend to his knees,” he said, his grin widening.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you snapped, your mind racing.

“Don’t play dumb,” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you. “Tom Holland. Your precious boy. He’d do anything for you, wouldn’t he?”

Your heart sank, but you kept your expression neutral. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he sneered. “We’ve been watching you two. Laughing over coffee, walking home together like you don’t have a care in the world. Makes me sick, honestly. But it’s sweet, in a way. You’re his Achilles’ heel.”

“Tom isn’t—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t bother denying it,” he said. “We’ve seen enough to know the truth. And now, we’re going to use you to destroy him.”

He pulled out a phone, dialing a number. You stayed quiet, your mind racing. Panic clawed at you, but you shoved it down. If what they said was true—if Tom was really involved in something dangerous—then you couldn’t afford to lose your cool.

The phone connected, and you heard Tom’s voice on the other end.

“Holland,” he said, his tone sharp.

“Evening, Tommy boy,” the man said, grinning. “Guess who I’ve got here with me?”

You met his gaze, defiance burning in your chest. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you scared.

“Tom, don’t come,” you said firmly, cutting through the man’s taunts. “They’re trying to use me against you. It’s not worth it.”

“Y/n?” Tom’s voice softened, but there was an edge of steel beneath it. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you said quickly. “But—”

The man yanked the phone away, smirking. “Touching. Really. But here’s the deal, Holland. You come alone, or she dies.”

“Vincent, if you harm her—”

“Save the threats,” Vincent said, hanging up.

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The warehouse was eerily silent as Tom stepped inside, his movements confident and deliberate. His sharp suit, tousled hair, and cold expression gave him an air of power that made even Vincent hesitate.

“You actually came alone,” Vincent noted, circling him like a predator.

“Of course,” Tom said, his tone casual. “You’d be dead already if I hadn’t.”

Vincent laughed, though it sounded forced. “Big talk for a man who’s outnumbered.”

Tom’s gaze flickered to you, tied to the chair but glaring daggers at your captors. Relief flashed in his eyes for a moment before his mask slipped back into place.

“You alright, love?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Fine,” you said firmly. “Just waiting to get free and go home.”

Tom smirked. “That’s my girl.”

Before Vincent could react, Tom moved.

He grabbed the nearest man, twisting his arm and using him as a shield as bullets erupted around the room. In the chaos, Tom disarmed another man, delivering a brutal punch that sent him sprawling.

You watched in awe as Tom took down Vincent’s men with ruthless efficiency, his movements quick and precise.

When the last man fell, Tom turned to Vincent, who was cowering near the door.

“You made a mistake,” Tom said, advancing on him. “And now you’re going to pay for it.”

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Tom knelt in front of you, his hands surprisingly gentle as he cut through the zip ties.

“Y/n,” he said softly, his fingers brushing your wrists. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“You think?” You snapped, though your anger was tempered by the relief of seeing him alive. “How long were you going to keep this from me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Forever, if I could.”

“Tom,” you said, your voice cracking. ��Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to look at me like that,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Like you’re scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you said firmly, grabbing his hand. “I’m scared for you. If this is your life, Tom, what’s going to stop them from coming after you again? Or me?”

“I’ll protect you,” he said, his tone resolute. “Always.”

You wanted to believe him. And maybe, despite everything, you did.

“Let’s go to my place. Your flat might not be safe right now,” Tom said softly, wrapping his arm protectively around your shoulder.

You didn’t respond, staring straight ahead instead. Fury boiled inside you, but you forced yourself to stay silent. Not here. Not until you were somewhere safe.

The car ride was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the tense air. Tom’s fingers occasionally flexed against the steering wheel, a sign of his own nerves. The streets were familiar at first, but as he drove further, the landscape changed. Soon, towering gates loomed in front of a sprawling mansion.

“This isn’t your flat, Tom,” you said, your voice sharp. “Where are we?”

Tom glanced at you but kept driving as the gates opened automatically. “It’s my mansion, darling. Every Holland has their own mansion.”

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. The words felt surreal. This boy—the one you’d known since middle school, who teased you over coffee and shared fries with you after school—had a mansion.

You knew Tom came from a wealthy family. The Hollands owned Holland Inc., a global empire, but he’d always seemed so grounded, so… normal. Now, you weren’t sure who he was anymore.

The car came to a stop, and Tom quickly got out, opening your door. You stepped out reluctantly, your eyes scanning the grand property. The mansion was breathtaking, with intricate stonework, massive windows, and sprawling gardens illuminated by soft golden lights.

“Come on,” he urged, gently guiding you inside.

The interior was even more overwhelming��high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and furniture that screamed luxury. You sank into a massive leather couch in the living room, feeling utterly out of place. Tom knelt in front of you, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch you.

“Do you need anything? Are you hurt? Did they—did they do anything to you?” His voice was a rapid-fire mix of concern and panic.

You stared at him, heart pounding. The worry in his eyes was real, but it wasn’t enough to suppress the storm brewing inside you.

“Do I need anything?” You repeated, your voice rising. “Yeah, Tom, I need answers! What the hell was that? Who were those men? Why did they kidnap me? What you're involved in? And how—how do you have a mansion?”

“Darling—”

“No!” You cut him off, standing abruptly. “Don’t you ‘Darling’ me! You’ve been lying to me, Tom! All these years, all this time, you’ve been hiding this entire life from me. And now I’m supposed to just… what? Sit here and act like everything’s fine?”

Tom ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. “I wasn’t lying—”

“Not telling me is the same as lying!” you snapped. “I thought I knew you, Tom. But clearly, I don’t. So start talking. Who were those men? Were they business rivals? Criminals? What are you involved in?”

Tom stood, pacing the room. “It’s complicated.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Complicated? Oh, that’s rich. Try me, Tom. I’ve just been kidnapped, threatened, and used as bait. I think I can handle ‘complicated.’”

He stopped, turning to face you. “They weren’t business rivals.”

“Then who—”

“They were after me because of my other work,” he admitted, his voice low.

Your stomach dropped. “Other work?”

Tom hesitated, his jaw clenching. “I… I do things. For my family. To protect what’s ours.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, your voice trembling.

“I handle threats. People who try to destroy us, take what’s ours, or hurt the people we care about,” he said, his eyes locking with yours. “That’s why they came after you. They thought they could use you to get to me.”

You stepped back, shaking your head. “So what? You’re some kind of… Mobstar?”

Tom sighed, running a hand down his face. “Kind of?”

“Kind of, Tom?” You demanded. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounds a lot like you’re living in some mob movie, and I’ve been dragged into it without even knowing!”

“I didn’t want you involved,” he said, his voice cracking. “I kept it from you to keep you safe.”

“Well, that worked out great,” you said bitterly, gesturing to yourself. “Do you even realize how terrified I was? Not just for me, but for you? I thought—God, Tom, I thought they were going to kill you!”

Tom closed the distance between you, his hands reaching for yours. “I’m sorry. I swear, Y/n, I never wanted this to happen. I thought I could keep you out of it. I thought I could protect you.”

You pulled your hands away, tears stinging your eyes. “Protect me? Tom, you can’t protect me if you don’t let me in. You’re not invincible. You can’t keep carrying this on your own.”

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only good thing in my life, Y/n. The only thing that keeps me sane.”

Your heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice, but it didn’t erase the betrayal you felt. “Then stop shutting me out,” you said softly. “If you want me in your life, Tom, you can’t keep lying to me. I deserve the truth, no matter how ugly it is.”

Tom stared at you, his eyes searching yours. Finally, he nodded. “Alright. No more lies. No more secrets.”

You swallowed hard, nodding back. “Good. Because I can’t do this if I don’t know what I’m up against.”

“I’ll tell you everything,” he promised, his hand hovering near yours. “Just… don’t walk away from me.”

You hesitated, then let him take your hand. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

For the first time that night, Tom smiled. It was small and tentative, but it was enough.

Tom hesitated, before taking your hands in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as if grounding himself. There was something more—something he was struggling to say.

“I need to tell you another secret,” he murmured, his voice low and unsteady. “And after this… there will be no more secrets. I promise.”

Your brow furrowed, a mix of curiosity and trepidation stirring in your chest. “What is it, Tom?”

He took a deep breath, his eyes darting away for a moment before locking back onto yours. You’d never seen him this vulnerable before, and it made your heart ache despite the storm of emotions still swirling inside you.

“I, um… I really…I mean.... I--” He stumbled over his words, his usual confident demeanor cracking.

“Spill it, Tom,” you said, a hint of impatience creeping into your voice.

“I love you, Y/n,” he blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush like he’d been holding them back for years. “Not just as my best friend. I love you as someone I want to be with. I want you to be my future.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. His eyes searched yours desperately, as if trying to gauge your reaction, as if the entire world hung on the next words you’d say.

You stared at him, your mind reeling. “Tom…”

“I know this is a lot,” he continued quickly, panic flickering across his face. “And I know I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t want to ruin what we have. I didn’t want to lose you. But after tonight… after almost losing you… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

You blinked, trying to process the flood of emotions his words stirred in you. Anger, confusion, relief, and… something deeper. Something that made your heart race.

“Tom,” you finally said, your voice softer now. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Because I was scared. Scared you didn’t feel the same way. Scared it’d mess everything up.”

You stared at him for a moment longer before taking a step closer. “You’re an idiot,” you said, though there was no heat in your voice.

He looked at you, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot, Tom Holland. Of course I love you too. Did you really think I wouldn’t?”

His eyes widened, hope blooming on his face. “You… you do?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “Yeah, I do. But don’t think this gets you out of trouble for keeping secrets.”

Tom let out a breathless laugh, his shoulders sagging in relief. “I’ll take whatever trouble you want to give me, as long as I get to keep you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And in that moment, for all the chaos and questions still lingering, you felt a little closer to finding your footing again. Together.

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[moon-fics]

A/n: I love this request because I love mafia AUs!! I sadly couldn't come up with any ideas as an actual fic, so I made headcanons for you to enjoy anyway!

Request: Hii, I hope you are having a good day! Can I request one with the mob! tom holland × reader where tom is really protective of his private life and everyone thinks he is non-committal and only hooks up for one night but actually, he has been with the same girl since he was 15 and they just get more in love every day 🥺🫶

Tom HATES sharing his personal life with the public

He will do everything in his power to keep his life private, especially from the newspaper

He only does it because anything can and will be used against him by many people who could easily take him down

So, even though the public yearns for details about him, nothing is really confirmed

There have been rumors that he sleeps around or can't keep a girl for more than a week

That's far from true bc this man has one love and it is you

He's been in love with you since high school before he became the powerful man he is today

Even though he can be intimidating and brutal, you know he's still the same dork that you met back in freshman year

He will do anything for you and only you

He refuses to let the tabloids know about your connection to him

He absolutely adores you in every way to the point where he won't denounce the rumors just to keep your identity hidden

He honestly doesn't mind being called a player because you both know he's far from it

At some point, the rumors about him sleeping around did bother you, but he quickly assured you that they'll never be true

Now, him keeping your private does not mean he's never in public with you

Quite the opposite, he's almost always in public with you

He just has people on the inside of the newsroom who do everything to stop headlines from running

This may seem like it's the opposite of privacy, but the public only gets information about him through the news

He hires people to block any photos that contain you and him, even at premieres or dinners

Not one paparazzi has successfully gotten a photo of him and you together

Even though he worries for your safety he would never lock you up and keep you inside

He enjoys going out with you, knowing he has other people keeping your identity safe

Not to mention his bodyguards admire you and are just as dedicated to protecting you

At the end of the day, you laugh at the rumors with him, pretending to catch him cheating and acting out dramatic scenes you saw in movies

[mrs-hollandstan]

You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew

I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe

You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her. 

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips, 

"So… when were you gonna tell me?" 

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums, 

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn, 

"You're staying with me." You scoff, 

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it, 

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside, 

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns, 

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner, 

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs, 

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod, 

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him, 

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip, 

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, 

"I could've helped you." You shake your head, 

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns, 

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad." 

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns, 

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head, 

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me." 

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow, 

"I can't have her used against me-" 

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him, 

"I'm scared." 

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow, 

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands, 

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod, 

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh, 

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods, 

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back, 

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows, 

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles, 

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle, 

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs, 

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead, 

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles, 

"She deserves the world." 

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods, 

"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long. 

[peterdarlingg]

Mob!tom oneshot teaser

A/n: surprise surprise! I’m working on this oneshot of a mob!tom au and it’s almost done. I feel like I’ve been gone for so long so decided what the heck here’s a tiny teaser and I hope you guys like it and stick around the the fic. Much love ❤️

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how some guy owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of things, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically.

And Tom looking back now, he was regretting not having a guard with him on you guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and you talked about how you just wanted today to be private. Just you and Tom.

“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held you hand his his kissing your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on the side of your torso.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!”

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[huntergatherercreator]

Liar: Part 4

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You find out what Tom does for a living.

A/N: It's been a while since part 3, if anyone is tagged that doesn't want to be anymore let me know 🙂

Part one | Part two | Part three

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The minute you'd landed at the airport the press of unfamiliar humid air had settled on your chest making it difficult to breathe. You'd expected to be filled with relief and have the tension of the last day melt away. You'd expected to feel free. Instead, the sudden feeling of loss was almost crippling as you stared out at the foreign streets. Not only had you lost the man you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with, you’d lost your life. Your friends, your family, your home. All gone in a matter of minutes.

You silently cursed him. For pursuing you, for being so attentive and caring, for making you fall so hard for him. For keeping secrets, for lying, for being a killer for hire and not thinking you deserved to know exactly who you were getting involved with. But most of all you cursed yourself. For being so blinded by him in every way that you didn’t even suspect something was amiss until it was too late.

While the sun beat down relentlessly on the palms you stood at the exit doors with frustration swirling in your gut. What were you doing here? How had things gone so wrong so quickly? Tears prickled behind your eyes but you held them back. Now wasn’t the time. You had to work out your next move before he realised you were gone, if he hadn’t already. His warning about the mafia lingered above your head like a guillotine waiting to drop. You’re a liability to them now. A chill swept through you despite the overbearing heat of the city.

If you were going to survive and stay hidden you had to become someone else. Someone untraceable.

***

Tom

The early morning sun bathed the room in golden light. It spilled over her. Caressed the bare skin of her back as she slept peacefully. Shrouded her in a warm glow that made his breath catch. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to this. Waking up next to her always felt like a sneak peek of heaven. One he didn’t deserve given he was definitely not on that guest list anymore. Not after everything he’d done. When he looked at her though, none of that mattered. He’d redo his sins a hundred times over knowing their path would lead to her.

He brushed his fingertips down her spine unable to hold back from touching her any longer. She stirred slightly with a soft contented sigh. He pressed his lips to her shoulder. Her neck. Her jaw. Each kiss as gentle as possible. He didn’t want to wake her but he couldn’t help himself. A small smile tugged the corner of her mouth.

‘Is this your subtle way of saying you’re ready for another round?’ The husky sleep laced tone of her voice was like honey to his ears. Sweet and hard to resist. Speaking of hard...

‘It wasn’t, but since you insist,’ he moved to gently cover her back with his body, his evident interest in her idea pressed firmly against her. ‘I’m more than happy to oblige.’

A laugh that had his heart stuttering.

‘Is that a no?’ He asked softly, leaning in to graze her neck with his teeth. She wriggled back against him with a gasp.

‘You’re insatiable’ she muttered, faux exasperated. Rolling over she finally opened her eyes to gaze up at him. God, he could get lost in those eyes. The depth of them consumed him. The way they lit up around him with sparks of joy, admiration, lust. He wished he could be exactly how she saw him. Unstained and pure. He never wanted her to stop looking at him like she was at that very minute. He already knew he needed to tell her everything, preferably before he got in any deeper than he already was. He just had to find the right time. Her lips brushed against his, her hands trailing down his chest. Later, he resolved as he kissed her back languishing in the contentment that came with her touch. He’d tell her later.

His brothers voice broke him from his reverie and he reluctantly returned his attention to the men filling the conference room.

“There’s nothing new to report. The Miller incident was handled. I have men still tracking Newman.” His voice sounded flat even to his own ears. His brother cleared his throat uncomfortably before jumping in with information of his own.

Eyes drifting back to the reports in front of him, Tom stared at them unseeing. The confrontation in your apartment had left him hollow. He’d been so sure you would see the situation the way he did, as a necessary part of his job and nothing more. Instead your reaction haunted him in the dark endless hours of the night.

That goddamned lunch date. Guilt wormed through him at what you’d walked in on. If he had paid attention to his phone more closely, or held off interrogating that creep for even ten more minutes you'd still be together. You were never supposed to see that side of him. What he did for a living was exactly that, it wasn’t personal. His hands may not be the cleanest, he’d done things that made other men flinch at the mere thought, but he’d never brought that darkness anywhere near you. You were his safe haven. The tether that kept him grounded even on his worst days.

Staying away from you caused a deep ache in his chest but you’d asked for space and no matter how long it took he’d wait. That didn't mean he wouldn’t keep checking up on you. He’d spent most of his nights parked up outside your apartment staring at the darkened windows praying for a glimpse of you to keep him sane. He wasn’t surprised you hadn’t contacted him, though it hurt more than he could put into words. He meant everything he’d said to you. He would be by your side through everything and anything that happened. There was nothing that could make him love you any less than he did.

As the meeting wrapped up he fled the room before he could get pulled into any conversations. The peace of his office was all he wanted until it was late enough to leave and head to your apartment. The anticipation of almost seeing you was all that got him through the afternoons anymore.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he was half way to his desk before he realised he wasn’t alone. He reflexively went for his gun.

“It’s me!” his brothers voice cracked in surprise as he rose from the leather armchair, hands up to ward him off. Tom froze, the weight of the gun in his hand burned as he realised what he’d been about to do.

“Stop sneaking about like that, Harry!” he snapped. He quickly holstered his gun and fisted his hands to hide their slight tremble.

“Me? Get your head out of your arse. You’re the one blowing off jobs, blowing off your family to sit in a dark car all night.”

Tom froze. His brother raised an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t honestly think no-one had noticed?”

Tom moved to sit at his desk. The seconds he had his back turned he tried to school his features. Had he really not noticed someone tailing him? Unsettled he shuffled his files, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he eventually answered when he was sure he had a hold of his emotions.

“Bullshit.” Harry stalked over to the desk and glared down at him with folded arms. “You need to stop. I don’t know what happened between the two of you but she’s not coming back.”

Ice slipped into his veins freezing him in place as he slowly processed his brothers words.

“What did you just say?” Tom’s voice was barely above a whisper but the warning tone had Harry tensing.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but she’s gone. Its time to get your shit together. You’ve been moping about for too long. People are starting to notice.”

Tom’s heart kicked hard against his ribs. His brother couldn’t be saying what he thought he was. There was no way.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” He was barely able to keep the slow rise of panic at bay as his mind raced. He hadn’t told anyone what happened. Even if Harry assumed you’d broke up he'd be giving Tom the ‘get over it by getting under someone’ speech, not saying what he was saying.

When Harry took too long to answer, Tom kicked his chair back and stalked over to him.

Harry straightened, surprise widening his eyes but he held his ground.

“What do you mean?” he half growled. His fingers itched to grab his brother by the shirt front and shake the answers out of him.

“How long has it been since you saw her?”

“Three weeks,” Tom reluctantly shared. Three weeks, 2 days and 8 hours. In other words, too damn long.

Harry hesitated again and Tom almost swung for him. “Tell me what the fuck is going on!”

“I honestly thought you knew, Tom,” Harry ruffled a hand through his hair uncomfortably. “She’s been MIA since then. She hopped on a red eye and Intel says there’s been no activity on her cards since she landed.”

Harry kept talking but the words were drowned out by the blood roaring in Tom’s ears. The edges of his vision wavered for a long second as he struggled to pull in a breath. You were gone. You’d left him.

His brothers hands were suddenly on his shoulders, fingers gently digging in to get his attention. When that failed he pushed Tom down into the nearest chair and a glass of whiskey appeared. He downed it without hesitation. It stung his throat and pooled in his empty stomach with a burn that did nothing to thaw the ice trapping his heart.

Fingers tangling in his curls he stared into his empty glass. Where had you gone? When would you be back? How could you leave without telling him? A million more questions raced through his mind as he tried to reconcile everything. How had he not noticed when he’d sat outside your apartment for so long each night?

With a jolt he realised that if Intel had told Harry about you leaving then you were on their radar already. A new wave of worries and anxiety took over as he silently questioned how long they’d been keeping tabs on you.

After what felt like an eternity he glanced up to find his brother sat opposite him, elbows resting against his knees as he nursed his own glass. The sympathy radiating off him set Tom on edge.

All promises to give you time no longer applied. He had to find you before his boss realised why you’d ran.

“Where is she?”

“She landed in Miami,” Harry’s jaw worked for a second before he surprisingly added, “I’ll book your flight.”

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THE SWEAR JAR — TOM HOLLAND

SUMMARY: If there’s one thing that scares London’s mob king the most, it’s having an angry mother scold him.

WARNING(S): Fluff

WORD COUNT: 3,333

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

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It was like any typical weekend. The hustle and bustle that went on early in the morning of the diner you worked at. It was rather slow as usual. You got the same set of customers. A couple of college kids coming in for some breakfast before going off to study for their big exams, and a lovely elderly couple who greeted you every day as you served them.

“Good morning Mildred, Phil.” You smiled down at the couple in awe. The underlying love they had for each other always made you melt. What was even more precious was how long the two have been together. That was certainly something you longed for, but as reality kicked in, you never ended up being with someone who wanted to stay with you.

“Good morning, dear.” Mildred smiled wholesomely up at you.

“Good morning Y/n. How are you?” Phil asked.

“I’m doing just fine Phil, how are you?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I could use a milkshake.” The old man admitted causing you to chuckle. You nodding understanding.

“One milkshake coming up.” You jotted down the order. Not that you really needed to. You knew the couple’s order by heart. You always made sure the one milkshake that they shared came with two cherries and extra whip cream, complemented with two straws. It made you soft.

“Oh, how’s Henry?” Mildred placed her hand on top of yours perking up as she looked around for the brown tousled set of locks she grew to love and see every day.

“He’s right over there Mildred.” You smiled sweetly while guiding her to look at the child who was perched on top of one of the red stools at the counter. He was currently too occupied with the new coloring book that you had recently purchased for him. You giggled at his concentrated face, his brows were furrowed while his tongue was slightly poking out of his mouth. 

“Oh, he’s getting so big!” Mildred placed a hand on her chest, melting at the sight of your little boy.

“He sure is.” You sighed happily. “Well, it was lovely seeing you two again. I will put your order in right away.” You gestured to the notepad in your hand, before excusing yourself. 

“Nice seeing you too dear.” Mildred smiled sweetly as Phil patted your hand.

You headed back behind the counter to start making their drink. You began the same routine it took to make the milkshake, following every step you always took. You would start the process, doing everything normally, and as soon as you’d get the attention of those two brown beautiful eyes of your sons. You’d start dramatically flipping a bottle here and there for effect, like how you were doing right now. You flipped the whip cream container, then shook it around before creating the big white swirl on top of the chocolaty goodness. You finished off your masterpiece by placing the two cherries on top. You pressed your fingertips together then kissed them. 

“Voilà!” You said in the best French accent you could muster. Your smile grew as Henry stared at you with eyes filled with excitement. His contagious laugh caused you to lean over the counter to bop his nose while leaving some whipped cream on it.

“Mommy!” Henry continued to laugh as he cleaned off the whipped cream. “You got me!”

“I got you!” You smiled with joy. It was moments like these that made you stop and think. These moments that made you wonder how you got so lucky. “Alright munchkin, finish your nuggets okay.” You ruffled his hair then grabbed two straws making your way around the counter to go give Mildred and Phil their milkshake.

“Okay.” Henry grabbed one of his nuggets from his plate and took a bite. You shook your head still smiling as you headed off to the far end of the diner where the couple sat. Henry watched you walk off, then continued coloring.

Once you placed the glass in front of them you busied yourself jotting down other people’s orders and refilling coffee mugs. You were almost too occupied to notice the doorbell ring open, and the man who walked in. The man quickly looked around, noticing a couple stares that were not so subtly thrown his way. He stepped forward then made his way to the counter. He sat down on the stool next to a little kid coloring. Your kid.

Henry looked up at the man who tapped his fingers against the counter as he waited for someone to take his order. Henry was reminded of when you told him not to talk to strangers he didn’t know. Stranger danger ran through his head, but not entirely.

The man’s phone suddenly chimed, notifying him that he had gotten a new message. He opened his phone and quickly examined what was sent to him. He read the text, and couldn’t stop himself from cursing.

“Shit.” He said, which caused Henry’s ears to perk up at the word he used.

Henry didn’t know whether to tell the man what he had said or to just leave it alone, but then he took notice of the container in front of him a couple inches next to the cash register and decided to go for the first option.

“Y-You owe a dollar.” Henry’s voice squeaked as he turned to the man sitting beside him.

This caused the man to look up at the voice he heard off to his left. He quickly saw the little boy who was now looking up at him.

“Excuse me?” He questioned as he stared at the boy confused.

“You owe a dollar.” The small voice of Henry spoke up again.

“What do I owe a dollar for?” He furrowed his brows together.

That’s when Henry got on his knees on the stool and reached forward with his small hands. He grabbed the jar and turned it around for the man to see. On it was a piece of paper taped to the jar. The words on it read Swear Jar in big black letters. At the sight of the words, Tom chuckled to himself before he looked back at the kid amused.

“Ah, my apologies little man,” Tom said as he fished out his wallet from his back pocket. He then came to realize three things as he did this. 1.) Your kid just called him out for cursing, which he’s done multiple times. 2.) Your son didn’t know who he was, and 3.) He only had a hundred dollar bills. He pulled out one of the bills and gestured it to the jar, taking notice of the way the kid’s eyes grew, which caused him to smirk.

“For my horrible manners.” Tom let the bill fall into the jar, smiling as the kid continued to gape at him in awe.

“That’s a lot!” Henry exclaimed.

“Yeah.” Tom chuckled. “How about we make a deal? I am growing quite fond of this little diner, so for every time you catch me cursing in here, I’ll put in a hundred dollars.” Tom made his proposition to the toddler.

“Woah, really?” Henry gasped.

“Really, so what do you say?” Tom reached out his hand.

As Henry stared at the strange man who extended his hand towards him, he grew eery. He then jumped in his seat at the sound of your voice.

“Henry?” You stopped in front of the two of them, realizing who it was that your son was interacting with, and you were stunned to say the least.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, who slowly turned his body away from the boy.

Realizing the little kid really had no idea who he was, which caused him to frown slightly.

“Can I get you anything?” You quickly said, not meeting his gaze as you put down your notepad on the counter.

“Just a coffee and some of those donuts over there, love.” He motioned with his finger at the display case with all the deserts. “Please.”

“Coming right up.” You muttered as you turned around to busy yourself.

You didn’t know what had come over you. You weren’t as nearly overprotective or speechless…okay that was a lie you were so overprotective, but not as much as you were being right now. Maybe having London’s most wanted Mobster entering your diner was what was doing the trick. Making the air thick with tension that caused your nerves to increase. Nerves that didn’t make you feel at ease. Especially when your son was around.

“You alright love, you’re looking a little under the weather?” Tom questioned as he noticed your shoulder tensing up. Then he just had to say your name. “Y/n.”

You couldn’t hide the way you froze in your spot. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath slowly turning around in place to look at the man you grew to know over the past few months. You noticed the way his eyes softened as you stared him in the eye this time. You sighed as you slowly stepped forward to stand right in front of him. You were so overwhelmed having your boy and Tom in the same place, especially right next to each other. You started feeling guilty. 

“What are you doing here?” You muttered.

“I was told this was the best place to get donuts in London.” His answers amused you. He was referring to the time you told him that the tiny little diner you worked at had the best pastries money could buy. You may or may not have over-exaggerated that last bit, never truly thinking he would actually come here…I mean this place and his status didn’t really match well together.

You raised your eyebrow not believing that for a second.

“Alright, you caught me.” He held his hands up in defense. “I wanted to see you.” 

“You wanted to see me?” You slowly worked out his sentence.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He smiled sadly.

“We went on a couple dates, Tom.” You whispered as you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist. “We never officially dated.”

“They were some amazing dates I might add.” He smirked as you shoved him playfully. “We also can’t forget when we first met. You almost backed up on me with your car.” He chuckled at the memory.

You closed your eyes cringing at the thought that you almost did do that. “I didn’t see you.” You sighed.

“No, I don’t think you did…” Tom laughed and trailed off.

“I don’t think you came all this way to just see me.” Tom lifted his head as you started talking. “There’s always something else with you, so what is it?”

Tom sighed before he shifted his gaze to the left slightly. You followed his eyes to the little boy who was back to his coloring. He turned his gaze back to you before speaking. “When are you going to introduce us?” He muttered.

Your eyes grew wide. You didn’t know what to say to that. “That’s what you came here for?” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Hey don’t laugh, I have as much of a right to meet my kid as any other father would, no?” 

“Tom I-”

“You still haven’t told him about me, have you?” He frowned slightly. “It’s been almost-what six years now, Y/n. I’m a stranger to my own kid.”

“There was just never a right time. You were never around and with the things you do. I’m just…scared.” You sighed.

“Hey look at me.” He gripped your hands in his. “You know I would never let anything happen to the two of you, love.” He smiled up at you.

“I know that...I just-” You closed your eyes. “What if something does?” You frowned. You let your eyes fall on the curly haired boy sitting before you. 

“I’d give my life for you both.” Tom reached forward and gripped your hands.

“You better not. That boy needs a father...” You eyed him.

“Father? Really?” Tom lit up like a Christmas tree. He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and gave it a sweet lingering peck.

“Yeah...I think it’s time now.” You breathe out nervously.You take your hands back and run your palms down the front of your apron.

“I think I should be more nervous than you, darling.” Tom teased you a bit.

“Shut it.” You pointed a finger at him then walked over a bit to stand closer to Henry. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the two adults conversing since he was too focused on coloring in his Spider-Man picture with his red and blue crayons.

“Hey, munchkin.” You reached a hand forward to ruffle his hair.

Henry looked up at you. He gave you his full attention. 

“There’s someone I want you to meet.” You smiled softly at the mention of meeting someone you knew intrigued him suddenly. 

“Who?”

You quickly gestured next to him. Henry turned in his stool to see who he was meeting. It was the man he was talking to earlier

“Henry, this is my very special friend Tom.”

“Hi, Henry, it's nice to meet you.” Tom offered his hand. Smiling at your son happily.

“You know my mommy?” Henry asked.

“Yes I do, I know your mommy very well.” Tom smirked up at you. You pushed his shoulder playfully.

You watched as Henry nodded before he spoke up again. 

“Mommy, Tom said a bad word,” Henry confessed. Tom’s eyes grew wide in fear. He was not expecting that to happen. 

“You did what now?” Your mom switch flipped on. You threw him an accusing look.

“I uh...No wait! I swear…Henry you little-” Tom stuttered nervously as he was being stared down by you. “It slipped out by accident!” He raised his hands up in defense shaking his head scared.

“No, it didn’t!” Henry furrowed his brows.

“Yes, it did!” Tom nodded furiously as you raised a questioning brow at him.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

You watched as the two of them bickered back and forth arguing. If this is what your life had in store for you. Your actual child playfully arguing with...well you weren’t quite sure what you and Tom were. He was just your Tom. You shook your head in disbelief.

“Boys behave or I’ll ground you both.” You cut them off. Not really meaning it, but you weren’t letting Tom off the hook.

“Now you mister are in big trouble.” You laughed as you pointed at him. 

“It won’t happen again.” Tom nodded

“He even put a hundred in the jar mommy!” Henry exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” You questioned as you opened the jar and saw the huge bill piled on top of the other bills. “Oh, Tom, you didn’t need to put in this much.” You frowned as you reached for the bill only to have him stop you.

“No, leave it, love. It’s okay really.” He smiled as you eyed him. “It’s not a big deal.” 

“Right cause people just casually leave in a hundred dollar bill.” You couldn’t stop yourself. You let the words slip out. “We get it, you're rich!” You closed your eyes. 

“Yeah I have money, but I’m not trying to flash it in front of you” Tom admitted seriously. Your face fell into your hands.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just– I never really could adapt to your life that easily.” You avoided his gaze. “I work for a living, you know, and before, you paid for everything. It's not something someone like me gets used to.” You gestured to the diner. Tom listened intently. He knew how much hard work meant to you. It was the only thing you stood by.

If you didn’t work for it, then you probably didn’t deserve it. “You know I was thinking…”

“That’s never good.” You chuckled teasingly.

He titled his head giving you a playful bitch face. Then he grew serious again.

“I was thinking maybe…if you’d want to. You could–You and Henry could, you know, move in with me.” He suggested. His expression was shy but full of hope.

“What? You want us to move in with you? I don’t understand?” You shook your head. 

“What’s not to understand? I want to be able to wake up to you every morning, and see Henry every day.” He laughed nervously.

“No, no, that’s definitely not it.” You brushed off the explanation not falling for it one bit. Tom sighed deeply. 

“Alright, fine. I really don’t think it’s safe to live on this side of Kingston.” 

“Tom we talked about this-”

“Just listen to me.” He waited until you let him continue on. “I want to feel like I’m actually doing something. I want to be able to go to bed with a clear conscience knowing you’re safe. Knowing the both of you are out of harm’s way.” He smiled softly at the end.

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Tom knew how to truly make your heart melt.

“Let’s get him accustomed to a new parental figure in his life first, then we'll talk about living arrangements.” You answered curtly and shortly.

“Really?” He looked up shocked, not expecting you to actually give in. 

“Yea, do I need to say it in another way or form?”

“I heard you perfectly, my love.” Tom beamed as he grabbed your hands curling them into his and placing a big ole kiss on top of them, making you giggle at his fanatics. You enjoyed being the only one besides his family to truly see this side of him.

“This will be good for us, right?” You nodded trying to reassure yourself.

“It will be my love, I’m going to make sure of it.” He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Ewwww!” Henry exclaimed with a disgusted scrunched up face. “He still said a bad word, mommy.” He pointed it out, you had almost forgotten about that.

“As a matter of fact, he did…didn’t he.” You slowly turned your gaze back to Tom who sat there grinning, scared for his life. “Care to explain?” You lifted a brow at him. 

“I..uh..hahahahah.” He chuckled nervously. He avoided your gaze then realized you placed his order in front of him. You followed his gaze, then you both looked at each other. Tom reacted much quicker than you and reached for the box and took off towards the door running scared. You scoff, you were stunned and at loss for words, but you glanced down at your watch and counted down.

3, 2, 1.

You made a motion with your finger towards the door and in came Tom walking up to you to give you another kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll pick you guys up later?” He smiled innocently.

“Sure.” You nodded amused, biting your lip.

Tom turned around again but then decided to say goodbye to Henry.

“That Spiderman?” He nodded to the picture.

“Yeah, he’s so cool!” Henry exclaimed happily.

“Hell yeah, he is.” Tom froze as it slipped past his lips again.

“Tom!” You scolded him. You were now glaring at him. Tom quickly reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and placed another hundred in the jar. He leaned over the counter and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips this time, before taking off running, but not before saying.

“I’ll work on it, bye Henry!” Then the door closed behind him.

You stood there stunned. Your fingers slowly tracing over your lips. You shook your head, grinning stupidly, then turned to look at your son. 

“What are we going to do with him?” 

“We could try duck tape.” He suggested.

“Yes!” You pointed at him and high fived him. You knew that everything would work itself out in the end and that’s something you couldn’t wait to happen.

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I’ve moved to tumblr from TikTok because of the ban (˶°ㅁ°) i’m still getting used to the features, culture, and etiquette so please be patient and educate me if i do anything annoying/wrong! ALSO my tiktok is oldcatsnbeetles, any moots from tiktok PLEASE MOOT ME HERE 🙏

I would love to make more moots on tumblr also! don’t be afraid to give me song or fic recs, ask questions about my interests or beliefs and just interact with general! i might not be able to explain reality shifting or manifestation well but i can definitely give you some good sources/blogs!

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Fandom List, i’ll probably add more as time goes on: Undertale, Deltarune, GRAVITYFALLS, Marvel (i know basically nothing about it but i love the fanfics) X-men (same thing as marvel) The owl house, Bob’s burgers, over the garden wall, steven universe, adventure time, smiling friends!! Big Top Burger, Good omens, the good place, the amazing digital circus, five nights at freddys and batman/dc stuff (same thing as marvel and x-men) the spiderverse movies, ouran highschool hostclub, dungeon meshi/delicious in dungeon, MY HERO ACADEMIA, assassination classroom, the disastrous life of saiki k, mob psycho, Dandadan i am aware of hazbin’s hotel’s existence

if its pink i adore it and its my entire personality, if its blue i know about it and probably watched it, if its green i only know fandom stuff/things in fics

Favorite characters:

My hero Academia: Shinso, Deku, Nezu,

Marvel/X-men idk: Spiderman (Specifically Tom Holland’s spiderman and Andrew Garfield’s Spiderman), Loki, Dr Strange, Deadpool, Wolverine

Gravityfalls: Waddles, Mabel and Dipper, that one guy that says ‘get em!! get em!!’ Bill Cipher, The Axolotal

Other: The Cheshire Cat, Garfield

Kins: Mabel and dipper, Vee from the owl house, Tina from bob’s burger, Papyrus and sans, Mob from mob psycho, Kinger from TADC, Spinel from Steven universe, Izuku midoriya, bmo from adventure time, UHH A BUNCH OF OTHERS

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Music Tastes, oh gosh this is going to be hard: Stereolab, Adrianne Lenker, Kimya dawson, I.C.P, Lemon demon, Strawberry Switchblade, Rob Zombie, Will Wood

Honorable Mentions: Toby Fox, S3RL, Alex G, Gorillaz, Ayesha Erotica, Boa, Liana Flores, Lady Gaga, Fiona Apple, Scary Bitches

Genres: Old 80s Rock, 2000s, Scene, Goth vampires music, Old 3ds game music (specifically animal crossing new leaf) theres probably alot more i can’t think of atm

Current Favorite Song: Dead Girl Superstar by rob zombie

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Games: Obscure 3ds and xbox games, animal crossing new leaf AND I GUESS new horizons, Tomodachi life #TomodachiLifeForSwitch, Miitopia, Pikmin, Wobble Dogs, Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Slime Rancher, Ooblets, Bugsnax, Spiritfarer, Terraria, Cult of the lamb, Cattails, Omori, Viva Piñata

If its Pink i’ve been playing it for all my life or i just really adore that game, If its blue i’ve played it briefly/And or completed it, if its green ive played it once or only know fandom stuff about it

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Other interests

Bugs, Aliens, Expensive Etsy Keychains/Stickers, Art, Louis Wein Cats, Fashion, Cats in general, Colorful stuff, Rainbows, Sparkles

Aesthetics/Fashion: Scene, Kidcore/Clowncore, Twee

Reality Shifting Stuff:

My drs currently are: Mha dr thats also mixed with marvel, dc, x-men and a bunch of other stuff, and an alternate version of that dr where im a vigilante :D,

My drs also have soulmate elements and a bunch of other stuff

I definitely will make an introduction post for each dr!

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DNI:

Basic Dni, Proshippers of any kind, Race Changers, Anti-Shifters, Mabel, Bakugo, and Ochako haters, people who don’t support Palestine, Terfs, Homophobic and transphobic people, AI ART DEFENDERS/USERS

INTERACT:

Reality Shifters, People who like my interests / Music tastes, Non-Shifters who don’t care and are respectful, Gay people,

MOOT ME UP RN:

Mha Shifters, Gravityfall shifters, Furrys, Therians, Kemonomimi people, People who believe in manifestation, Witchs, Pagens, Spiritual People, People who practice Hellenism, Neurodivergent people, Artists, Boring People, Weird/Nerdy/Cringe People, People who want to be teachers in the future/want to work with children/teens, cat lovers, FANFIC READERS🔥🔥

This is a safe space for systems!!

i don’t know much about DID besides the basics, but i do have some friends/moots who have it!

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[euphoricdreamsidreamabout]

A Dance with Death (Mob!Tom Holland X reader)

Teaser

Being enemies as well as allies with the best mob leader out there had to result in random, unwanted run-ins and conversations, at least for you, the daughter of the biggest Mob leader in London. However, when both of your mobs are at risk ,you wouldn’t let some decade old feelings take over, right ? But can hating someone so much lead to love ?

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → teasing, fluff

Summary → Tom, London's most feared mob boss, finally confesses his love to his best friend.

The quiet hum of the night settled over London, the streets dimly lit by flickering street lamps as the city slept. Inside an expansive, high-end club owned by Holland Empire, the real business was happening. Mob deals, alliances, and threats exchanged in hushed tones, away from prying eyes. At the center of it all was Tom Holland, London’s most feared mob boss. Yet, sitting across from him, wearing a devilish smirk, was the only person who could rattle him – you.

"You're late," you teased, leaning back in the leather chair across from Tom, your legs crossed casually. You twirled a small glass of whiskey in your hand, watching the amber liquid swirl before taking a slow sip.

Tom’s intense brown eyes narrowed, but a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "You know, you’re the only person who can get away with calling me out like that."

"Perks of being your best friend," you shrugged, leaning forward, your voice softening, "And maybe something more, hmm?"

Tom's expression shifted, his protectiveness flaring. "Y/n, you know it’s dangerous being involved in all this. I’ve told you before—”

You cut him off, setting your glass down with a soft clink. "I’m not going anywhere, Tom. I’ve got your back, always." Your gaze softened as you locked eyes with him. "Besides, someone needs to keep you in line."

Tom exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing. No one could get through to him like you. Not Harrison, not his brothers Sam or Harry—only you. You had been there since childhood, and now, you were the one person who truly understood him. His love for you ran deep, but he never dared speak it aloud. Not yet.

Just then, the door swung open, and Harrison strolled in, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "Interrupting something, am I?" He teased, eyeing the way Tom was sitting a bit too close to you.

You leaned back, giving Harrison a playful smile. "You always do, Haz."

Harrison chuckled, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "I swear, if Tom looks at you any harder, he’s going to set you on fire." He winked.

Tom shot him a glare, though his ears turned slightly pink. "Shut up, Haz."

Before Harrison could fire back, the twins, Sam and Harry, barged in, both grinning like idiots.

"Oi, what’s this? A family meeting without us?" Harry quipped, his eyes immediately darting to you. "You keeping our dear brother in check, Y/n/n?"

Sam chimed in, "Or is he finally confessing his undying love for you?"

Tom groaned, running a hand through his messy curls, clearly flustered. "Seriously, all of you need to leave."

Harry laughed, nudging Sam. "What do you think, Sam? Should we leave him to confess?"

"Definitely," Sam nodded. "But it’s not like he’ll actually say it. He’s scared of her."

Tom shot them a warning glance, his jaw tightening. "I’m not scared."

"Of course you’re not," you interrupted, your tone laced with amusement. You reached over and placed a hand on his arm. "Because if you were, you’d have reason to be. Right, boss?"

Tom’s eyes flickered to yours, the tension between you both undeniable. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of your touch, the closeness. But he didn’t dare move, afraid he might break the moment. Afraid that his feelings, buried for so long, might spill over.

"Yeah," he finally murmured, his voice low. "Right."

Harrison, sensing the charged atmosphere, clapped his hands. "Alright, alright, we’ll leave you two alone. But don’t take too long, Tom. You’ve got a meeting with the DiCarlo family in an hour."

The twins snickered as they followed Harrison out, leaving you and Tom alone in the dimly lit room.

You raised an eyebrow, watching Tom carefully. "The DiCarlo family? That sounds serious."

"It is," Tom said, his tone shifting back to business. "They’ve been causing trouble on our side of the city. I need to show them who’s in control."

You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And you will. But you don’t have to face everything alone, Tom. I’m here. I always have been."

Tom’s heart raced as your words sank in. He had always been the one protecting you, shielding you from the darkness of his world. But tonight, sitting here with you, he realized just how much you had always been protecting him too. Keeping him grounded. Keeping him from losing himself.

Without thinking, Tom reached out, his hand covering yours. His grip was firm, but his touch was gentle. "Y/n... there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. "Tom—"

Before you could respond, the door burst open again, and Harry poked his head in, grinning. "Time’s up, lovebirds! Tom, DiCarlo’s here."

Tom let out a frustrated sigh, pulling his hand away reluctantly. "Of course."

You chuckled, standing up and straightening your jacket. "Guess we’ll have to continue this later."

"Yeah," Tom said, his voice a bit strained. He stood up, towering over you as usual, his eyes softening. "Later."

As you both headed toward the exit, Tom glanced down at you, his mind racing. One day, he promised himself. One day he’d tell you everything.

But for now, business called.

And Tom Holland, the most feared mob boss in London, had a city to control—with you by his side.

The dimly lit club buzzed with tension, but none of that bothered Tom. The DiCarlo family was waiting, but all he could think about was you-your hand on his arm, your words lingering in the air.

As you both walked down the sleek hallway, Tom's mind was racing. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how easily you moved through this dangerous world-his world. You were more than his best friend, more than his partner-in-crime. You were the only one who could get through to him, the only one who had his heart in the palm of your hand, even if you didn't realize it yet.

Or maybe you did.

Suddenly, Tom stopped walking, grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to a halt. You turned, raising an eyebrow at him, the soft music and murmurs from the club fading into the background.

"Tom?" You asked, confusion lacing your voice.

He took a deep breath, his lips curling into that signature, cocky smirk of his. "I'm not going in there until I say this."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "Say what?"

Tom stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. His brown eyes, usually hard and unreadable when it came to business, softened as they locked with yours.

"You've always had my back, Y/n. Since the beginning. You know me better than anyone else-better than even Haz, my brothers, my mum. You're the one person I'm actually scared of, because you make me feel... something I've never felt before." His smirk grew wider, more confident as he leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "And I don't think you realize just how hard I've fallen for you."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Tom-"

"Shh," he interrupted, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. "Let me finish." He took your hand in his, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. "I've been in love with you for a long time. I didn't say anything because I was trying to protect you, to keep you out of this mess. But the truth is, I don't want to protect you from me anymore. I want you by my side-for real."

You blinked up at him, your heart racing as his words sank in. You had always known there was something between you two, the way he looked at you, how he'd protect you with his life. But hearing him admit it like this? It felt surreal.

"Tom, are you... serious?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

His smirk only deepened as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Darling, when am I ever not serious?" His tone was playful, but the heat in his gaze told you he wasn't messing around.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. "You're such a cocky bastard."

Tom chuckled, pulling you closer, his arm snaking around your waist, bringing your body flush against his. "Only for you love."

You rolled your eyes, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch. "You've always been a flirt," you murmured, your voice teasing.

"Maybe," he said, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "But I'm not just flirting now. I mean it, Y/n. I want you. And I'm not letting anyone else have you."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, his possessive tone sending a thrill through you. "That sounds like a threat, Holland."

Tom grinned, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "It is. You're mine, and I'm yours. Whether you like it or not."

Before you could respond, Tom closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was every bit as confident as he was. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as his lips moved against yours with a mix of passion and control. You melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his suit as you kissed him back.

For a moment, the world around you disappeared. The club, the business, the danger-it all faded away as you lost yourself in the feel of Tom's lips, the taste of him intoxicating. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressed against yours as if he couldn't stand the idea of any space between you.

When he finally pulled back, both of you slightly breathless, Tom's forehead rested against yours, a satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. "See?" He murmured. "Told you I wasn't just flirting."

You shook your head, biting back a grin. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you love me," he shot back, his voice dripping with that signature cockiness you had grown to adore.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I do."

Tom's grin widened as he straightened up, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as if you might disappear if he let go. "Good. Because I'm not letting you get away now."

"Who said I was trying to leave?" You teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

Before he could respond, the door to the hallway burst open, and Harrison appeared again, an exasperated look on his face. "Oi, Tom! DiCarlo's starting to get impatient. What the hell are you doing?"

Tom turned to face Harrison, still holding you close, his confidence not wavering for a second. "I'm busy, Haz. Tell DiCarlo to wait."

Harrison's eyes flicked between the two of you, and he raised an eyebrow, noticing the intimate way Tom's arm was wrapped around you. "Oh, I see. Took you long enough, mate."

Tom smirked, glancing down at you before meeting Harrison's gaze. "Yeah, well, good things take time."

Harrison rolled his eyes but couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips. "Whatever you say, boss. Just don't keep DiCarlo waiting too long."

As Harrison turned and left, Tom looked back at you, his cocky grin still firmly in place. "Looks like I've got a meeting to run. But don't think this conversation is over, love."

You tilted your head, smirking right back at him. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."

Tom's eyes darkened with amusement, and he leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, slow and lingering. "Good. Because now that I've got you, I'm not letting go."

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[moon-fics]

the barbie movie comes out this week and i can't help but think how would be funny and cute a one shot where mob! tom holland is dragged by his woman to see barbie, she makes them wear matching outfits (like barbie and ken) and he hates it but puts up with it because it would be a crime to spoil how excited she is

OMG, MORE MOB!TOM!!! I’m currently working on the two requests from before but more mod! Tom is excellent!😭

He absolutely does NOT want to go see the Barbie movie.

But when he sees how excited you are while talking he already knows this isn't a choice

He is forced to read every meme or watch every tiktok about the movie

He will NOT admit he laughs at Micheal Cera's Barbie headshot

He also won't admit he's beginning to quote those memes as well

He somehow manages to get you into the Premiere event for the movie

Holy shit is he going all out just for you

You decide you and Tom will dress up as a classic Barbie movie couple (Example: Genevieve and Derek or Princess Annika and Aidan)

He has bodyguards around at all times, but they are also forced to wear pastel colors

I believe this man would enjoy the entire movie but won't say it (Slay Girlies)

You have the best time at the event and that's all he needs to brush off comments about him becoming soft

During the film, he will hold your hand the entire time

No, he wasn't laughing at Ryan Gosling's Ken, that's NOT what happened don't be stupid

He definitely laughed at Ryan Gosling's Ken because he's just talking

Once the premier is over he'll spend the entire night driving to different food places with you just to buy all the Barbie-themed foods

His bodyguards have to wear pastel outfits the entire night, with no acceptions

Once you two finally get home you watch some classic Barbie movies before falling asleep

[peterdarlingg]

Bloody promises

Pairing:Mob!tom holland x reader

Synopsis: it’s your first date with Tom in a long time. Though things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, pain meds, angst. (I think that’s it let me know if I’m missing something.)

A/n: hope you enjoy! I love hearing feedback (nicely<3)

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how someone owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of the bad and the ugly, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently. Though Tom always tries to protect you from everything and anyone.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically. You always had a target on your back since you were considered Tom’s weakness and your father had his own powerful mob as well. So you thought who would dare go against the top two mobs in London?

Tom looking back now, was regretting not having his personal guard with him on your guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and how you just wanted today to be private. “Please T. For me?”

“Things have been really stressful for the both of us and I just want to spend this time together. I know it would be good for us. Please. Just this once?” You begged him to be alone together. You had literally not once gone out wheather with or without Tom, without having protection. Just you and Tom.

He couldn’t say no to you.

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“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held your hand and kissed your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on your side.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!” You could hear Tom faintly talking to you but it wasn’t really registering over your heavy breathing at this point. But you could feel the anxiety radiating from him. “Harrison!” Tom yelled bursting into the house with you in his arms, looking for his second in command. His yell echoed eerily through the house and just seconds later Harrison came running down the hallway, face panicked and alert.

“Get Claire here now!” He barked. Claire was a doctor and he pays her a hefty amount of money to work for him and the only one Tom trusted at that. Harrison opened his mouth just before Tom yelled “Ask questions later haz, now!” He ran down stairs to the med bay Area and put you in the bed. You were yelling in pain begging him for relief.

“Please make it stop,” you shouted voice straining in pain. “Make it stop,” you muttered, sobbing quietly. “Please..” you begged him. “Shhh” Tom whispered between your cries of help, tears searing down his face, holding you in his arms rocking you back and forth gently, arm wrapped around your head cradling it gently while his other hand continues putting pressure elbow deep in your blood.

You whimpered as he put generous pressure to stop the blood from flowing further. “Shhh, I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay love,” face buried in your hair, pressing his lips to your temple. “It hurts Tommy,” you muttered. “I know, I know my darling, it’s okay we’re going to get you fixed up okay?” He rasped. His heart hurt hearing the absolute agony in your voice. His mind kept going back to your date and how he could’ve saved you from this pain.

“You doing okay love?”, he noticed you were very quiet. You were sitting together on a bench in the park at night after having a mouth watering dinner. Not from those fancy restaurants Tom went for his formal meetings though.

You had always loved getting the greasy, mouth watering food from your favorite diner that had been around for forever. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked while looking at you with all the admiration in the world. It was just you and him.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly at him. “I was just thinking that I don’t remember the last time we went out together, you know I just-“

Tom was brought back when he heard footsteps coming inside and he saw Claire. “What’s the damage?”, She asked Tom. You tuned them out, you felt heavy but on the clouds at the same time. Tom was holding your hand and still putting pressure on with his other. You didn’t look so good. Your face was white as a sheet and you were sweating profusely. Your body was shaking and shuddering. Claire was already going to work. “How much blood has she lost?”, she asked him. Tom let out a shaky breath, his anxiety overflowing. “A lot. A bunch of it…too much,” his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I-I’m-m cold-d.” You whispered. You were breathing rapidly, Your body shaking, curling up into you self as you tried to get warm.

“She’s going into shock,” Claire announced and she started working as fast as she could. “Get that blanket from the chair over there and wrap it around her shoulders. Now.” She ordered Tom while she continued working on you and pushing some fluids into an IV into your arm and hooked you up to various machines that made you look so fragile beneath them. In just a few seconds, Tom came back next to you and started covering you with the blanket and tucking it around your shoulders very effectively. He then proceeded to rub up and down your shaky arms continuously trying to comfort you and keep you as warm as possible.

He stood at the head of the bed and watched Claire starting to work on you. She had given you some anesthesia and pain meds so you were slowly getting knocked out at this point. Your eyes fluttered shut looking up at Tom, his fingers tangled in your hair, hand rubbing up and down your arms and leaned down and kissed your hair. He was the last thing you saw before you saw black.

~~~

You woke up to annoyingly loud beeps. Attempting to open your eyes was a struggle it was like they were glued shut. You felt a pang of pain down your side that came and went. Finally coming to it your eyes slowly fluttered open and you realized you were in the med bay in your home. Suddenly you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door. The voices got gradually louder and that’s when you realized it was Tom arguing with Harrison. You looked around the room and found evidence of Tom staying here by your side. His phone, cups of coffee and blankets and other clutter. The door opened abruptly and Tom walked in.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake!” Tom tried to look happy but you could see the concern and sadness clear as day in his eyes. “Yeah,” You croaked your throat scratchy and dry. You coughed harshly, wincing in pain from your side. Tom rushed to get you some water.

“Here, here darling, drink baby” he held up a cup of water to your mouth helping you sip, his hand cupping your head for support. The cold water felt incredible, like you hadn’t had a drink in weeks.

“More water?” He gently asked. You shook your head no. “No thank you.” You whispered head falling back from a sudden dizziness. “You okay, love?” “How are you feeling?” He gently probed, gently running his hand over your hair. “I’m okay I think, just a little lightheaded. “It’s probably the meds they got you on. It’s gonna go away in a bit don’t worry.” He said softly, sitting beside you on the edge of your bed.

“It’s okay it’s kinda sick actually, it’s like I’m drunk,” you giggled, turning into a full blown laugh. Tom started laughing as well seeing you all high and silly from the meds was very interesting to say the least. “Why were you yelling?” You softly asked him after coming down from your laugh attack. “What?” “I heard you and Harrison arguing out in the hall,” you told him. “Oh..I- I’m just so- I just can’t believe I let tonight happened. It’s all my fault and I’m not gonna stop till I find out who did this to you. I’m so sorry darli-“ “T, stop, take a breath.” You stopped his rambling. “It’s not your fault.” “Please don’t ever think that. It’s not.” You shook your head looking him in the eye. “You saved me.” Voice cracking, you smiled sadly at him, tears welling in your eyes. “No but I shouldn’t have had to save you from anything or anyone, you don’t get it.” He shook his head, getting worked up now. “I could’ve lost you tonight.” His voice cracked, eyes teary. ‘I could’ve lost you, I was loosing you.” His eyebrows furrowed a pesky little tear escaping his eye. You slowly cupped his face, gently wiping his tears with your thumbs, kissing his forehead.

“I’m here,” you whispered in the cold empty room. Just you and him. “I’m here Tom, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed breathing each other in as time stood still, just you and him. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you most.” you whispered back. He smiled gently. You don’t know who leaned in first but it didn’t matter you felt his soft warm lips on yours.

He Feverishly kissed you like you’d disappear and slip out of his arms at any moment. His fingers tangled in your hair and your hands around his neck. He was holding onto you so tightly but so gently at the same time. He deepened the kiss and held you tighter somehow if that was even possible. Both your limbs entangled and you couldn’t see where your arms began and ended. He was being so gentle and tender with you like you were made of glass, he never forgot that you were still freshly, badly injured.

Coming up for air both of you panting, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes enjoying being in his arms and in his warmth and presence. “Please don’t blame yourself my love.” You told him, voice soft. “I don’t blame you and I don’t believe that what happened was in any way shape or form your fault.” “If anything I’m the one to blame, cause you told me it’s best to have protection with us and I said no and-“ “hey-hey, no, you’re not to blame for this. At all.” He backed away to look at you.

“You just wanted it to be me and you.” “And that’s valid.” “I know you’ve been stressed lately. And I know I haven’t been making it better with me always looking over my shoulder. But I promise you right here, right now I’ll do better by you. I swear it.” He looked at you intensely, eyebrows furrowed. “Pinky promise?” You lightly laughed, trying to lighten the mood, raising your pinky.

He chuckled and held up his own. “pinky promise.” He intertwined his pinky with your own. Then hugged your head firmly to his chest, kissing your hair.

[callmemana]

James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

A Million Reasons Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂(college athlete au)

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

Awake My Soul Series @foreverindreamlandd 🍓🌼🐂 (zombie au)

Baby Love, I Need Your Love @shortcakezaza 🍓🌼👓 (mafia!bucky x baker!reader au)

Bad Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30)

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Brotherhood & Bullets Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (biker!au)

Brooklyn Pride Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂(street racer!au)

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[wimcycles-aj]

·˚ ༘₊·About Me·˚ ༘₊·

Hello! My name is Anixton but you can call me Anix or Wims/Wimcycles.

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On this specific accounts I will be writing Small Stories, Headcanons, Scenarios and Etc.

If you want actual Stories you can go to my Wattpad which is in my Link tree (Link in Bio)

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• Q & A - Open

• Requests - Open

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Fandoms I write for

Transformers

Transformers Prime

Transformers Bayverse

Transformers Animated

Transformers Robots In Disguise

Transformers Earth Spark

Transformers War for Cybertron

Marvel

Spectacular Spiderman (haven't seen in a while)

Ultimate Spiderman

Across the Spiderverse

The amazing spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Spiderman 1-3 (Toby Maguire)

Homecoming // Far from home (Tom Holland)

infinity war

Civil war

Endgame

Guardian of fhe Galaxy

Deadpool

Anime

Tokyo Revengers

naruto

Mob psycho

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

DC

Justice League unlimited

Young Justice

Justice League action

Teen Titans

Teen tians go

Titans

The Batman

Batman the Animated series

The new batman adventures

Batman the killing Joke

The Dark Knight

Joker (Movie)

Extra 🧍🏽

Ninjago

TMNT 2012

ROTMNT

House of Wax

Halloween

Texas chainsaw massacre

Scream (1 through 6)

Total Drama island

Psycho

Bates motel

Star wars

The Mandalorian

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What I Will/Won't Write

What I WILL Write:

Yandere

Angst

Su!c!de/Depression

Fluff

Platonic ships

Romantic ships

LGBTQ+

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x Oc

Mental illnesses

Comforting

Any gender is welcome<3

Insecurity

Crossovers!

What I WON'T write

Lot's of gore

Incest

Fetishes

Suggestive content of minors

S/A or R@pe (It's a triggering topic for me and many others.)

Zoophilia

Minor x Adult (Pedophilia. If it's platonic fine)

HUGE Age gaps with MINORS

What I MIGHT write:

Suggestive content (depends on the character)

kinks (Depends.)

Matchups (I'm still learning about those)

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Extra

Oneshots I will write up to 900-1'000 words sometimes more if I have extra ideas (You can ask for a 2nd part of a oneshot if you like it) , Short stories can be up to 1'000-3'000 words with 3-4 parts.

Please don't rush me sometimes I take a while to upload because I don't really have a schedule and I'm usually busy due to stuff at home nothing to serious✧*。٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*。

If you have any questions don't be scared to ask! I don't mind answering!!

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[sleepyhollands]

i think he knows

PAIRING mob!tom holland x reader

SUMMARY tom takes y/n to an important event, and she wonders if her boyfriend knows what he does to her.

WARNINGS alcohol consumption (no drunk sex), language, oral sex (m/f rec.), my y/n’s praise kink, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (please use a condom!), some begging, multiple orgasms, my y/n’s “yeah?” kink, a teeny bit of overstimulation

WORD COUNT 4.7k

AUTHOR’S NOTE your eyes do not deceive you! i actually posted! decided to try something new here and write in the third person. let me know what you think! feedback is always appreciated and reblogging is encouraged!

copyright © sleepyhollands. all rights reserved. || my masterlist.

three hours into the gala, y/n had begun to get restless, but she knew better than to disrupt tom when he was making imperative business deals. so she kept to herself, sipping on a half-empty glass of champagne in her seat next to him as he went on about shipments and prices to a slightly older woman across the round table.

besides, she knew it wouldn’t be fair of her to complain. tom hadn’t dragged her to the event— he’d merely brought it up, and her eyes had lit up at the opportunity to wear elegant black-tie attire and drink expensive alcohol. but now the night was worn in; it was almost midnight already, and she’d be running out of energy soon, which didn’t bode well for what she hoped might happen when they left.

now wasn’t the time for small talk, as the table’s occupants were far too engrossed in important conversation, so y/n allowed her mind to wander. her eyes caught tom’s hands as he grasped a cold glass of whiskey in one of them, making her think about all the things his fingers could do to her. she and tom had been together for a few months, but the pair had only ever had sex a handful of times. they agreed at the beginning of their relationship that they’d get to know each other before getting to know each other, and had started sleeping together just a few weeks ago. right now, though, y/n really wanted to get to know his body like it was her own.

maybe that was the alcohol talking, but y/n had only had one drink prior to the one in her hand, so she doubted that that was the case. she was barely even tipsy, if anything.

and while tom looked quite intimidating in his sharp suit, using what he called his ‘business voice’ (y/n liked to call it his ‘don’t-fuck-with-me voice’), she found it quite interesting that he could, at the same time, appear so boyish. his curls were styled but loose, not gelled back or cut short like many of the other men in the room. and his laugh was light (tom had told y/n it was important to laugh occasionally at possible business partners’ jokes, no matter how bad, so as to not come off as too cold), eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled. y/n had realized somewhere in the first month of their relationship that she really liked this boyish trait in a man, especially when that man was tom.

tom was just perfect, she thought. there was no one quite like him, and therefore, nobody could ever possibly understand her obsession with him. he was hers alone, and she thanked the universe for it every morning she woke up with the title of his girlfriend.

eventually, y/n was pulled from her thoughts with a touch to her knee, and a smooth voice asking, “you ready to go, darling?” to which y/n quickly nodded in response, catching sight of tom’s smirk when she did. the way he was looking at her, it seemed as though he was reading her thoughts— making y/n think he knew what she wanted from him tonight. the idea of it resulted in the temperature of her cheeks rising drastically, and she looked down rather bashfully.

before he got up from his seat, tom leaned in so only y/n could hear him as he muttered, “next time, take a picture. promise it lasts longer.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat or two at his words, and all she could think about was if tonight she might get to see what he was really like under his attitude after an event like this.

…

the car ride was silent, but not uncomfortable. tom’s hand rested against the soft skin of y/n’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles into it, causing her to practically melt. there was nothing inherently sexual about it, but in y/n’s mind, the touch was far from innocent. at least, she hoped it was.

the gala was a good distance away from either of their homes, and y/n couldn’t yet tell by the route if tom was planning on taking her to his or hers. she was hoping for the former, but in an attempt to steer clear of inviting herself over, she asked, “where’re we gonna go?”

in the darkness, tom’s piercing eyes met hers for a brief moment. squeezing her thigh a bit, he replied, “’s it okay if we go to mine?”

when he heard a quiet ‘mhm’ from y/n, tom focused his attention back onto the road, a lyrical smile appearing on his lips. it made y/n a bit too giddy looking at it, so she turned her gaze out the window for the rest of the ride to try and keep her cool.

…

y/n practically lived at tom’s place, so it wasn’t a shock when she removed her jacket and laid it on a nearby couch, kicking her shoes off as well and leaving them scattered in the foyer. she was used to making herself at home at this point. although this would annoy tom if anyone else did it (including his own brothers), he smiled at the thought of his girl feeling comfortable enough in his house to do what she pleased without having to ask.

when she turned back around to face him, y/n was met with tom’s hands on her hips, pulling her in before giving her a sweet kiss. she was slightly disappointed when he pulled away almost as quickly as he had drawn her in to ask in a voice just above a whisper, “stay over tonight?”

the corners of her mouth drew upwards into a smile. she could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted her, but that at the same time, if she refused to do anything with him tonight, he’d still want her to stay just as badly. his obsession with her transcended physicality, and y/n understood it fully— it was the same way she felt for him.

“course,” y/n said, “would love to.”

tom’s grin widened, and they went back to kissing in the entry hall for a little while.

…

they wound up in the kitchen a few minutes later, each having grabbed a glass of water to sober themselves up just a bit. neither of them had drunk excessively (tom barely finished one glass), but the pair had fallen into the habit of doing so anyway, just in case.

y/n swung her legs a bit from her seat on the counter, her long red dress making soft ruffling noises as she did. she’d finished her water a few moments ago, now patiently (only on the outside, on the inside she was dying from the anticipation) waiting for tom to drink the last of his so they could get on with whatever it was they’d end up doing tonight. it was almost as if tom were drinking slowly on purpose, to rile her up a bit more. she wouldn’t put it past him.

if that was the case, though, he didn’t last all too long, because soon he was standing between y/n’s legs, holding them by the thighs so she’d stop swinging them, and then tightening his grip so he could pull her flush against him. it caused her breath to hitch each time he’d done that before, and it didn’t fail to now.

their lips were mere centimeters apart, their breathing shallow as the tension grew thick like butter. it was then that y/n came to the conclusion that she didn’t have to tell tom how badly she wanted him, he knew.

“things went well tonight?” she spoke quietly against his mouth, lips just barely brushing his as she did.

tom nodded. “very well,” he stroked one of her thighs up and down with the second knuckle of his index finger slowly, “you’d know that already if you’d been paying attention at dinner.”

“was thinking about other things.”

he hummed at her admission, “oh, yeah? like what, darling?”

instead of replying, y/n pushed herself forwards with her hands and closed the gap between them.

tom tasted of whiskey and the cigar he’d smoked with a business friend at the beginning of the gala, and y/n was sure she tasted of champagne. they kissed normally for a minute before she opened her mouth to give his tongue access, allowing their faces to come even closer together. the only sounds that filled the vast house were that of their smacking lips, and y/n’s occasional mewls. tom, groaning, released his grip on her hip and his stroking of her thigh ceased. instead, his hands found her ass, and he yanked her off the counter, her legs closing around him as he carried her skillfully down the hall to their bedroom without breaking apart.

in reality, it was tom’s bedroom, but he much preferred calling it theirs.

the couple only pulled apart once the door had shut behind them. no one else was home, but there was an unspoken agreement between them that things felt more private when it was closed. panting, tom set y/n down so she stood in front of him, hands migrating up her body to hold her face, squeezing the clothed flesh of her hips on the way up.

he gazed lustfully at her face, lips swollen and eyes hooded as he caught his breath. y/n was the first to break the silence.

“’m sorry for not paying attention earlier.”

tom’s heart swelled at her words. he thought she was the sweetest thing to exist, and he wanted to tell her she could never do anything wrong if she tried. but his more dominant side was slowly taking over, and instead, he whispered, “yeah? how are you gonna make it up to me?”

y/n felt a pulsing in her core at his tone, and almost immediately fell to her knees in front of him, gazing up at him for permission to unbutton his slacks. when he nodded down at her, she wasted no time in doing so, pulling his pants down quickly and finding a wet patch on his briefs.

tom groaned as one of the layers restricting him was removed, his fingers brushing against the side of y/n’s face, urging her to continue. when she yanked his underwear off as well, he sighed in relief, cool air hitting warm skin.

“go on, then,” he ordered her.

hastily, y/n wrapped her fingers gently around his base, pumping a few times and earning a drawn out moan from tom’s lips (she thought this was the best sound she had ever heard). when she wrapped her lips around his leaking tip, he threw his head back, gasping out at the feeling.

“fuck, love…,” he whimpered, bucking just slightly into her mouth as she ran her tongue over his slit before taking him deeper. his hands were on the back of her head, holding her steady as she moved against him.

y/n wanted to make tom feel the best he’d ever felt. she wanted him to know how obsessed she was with him— not in a creepy way, but in a way that screamed ‘i want to meet all your needs!’ so when tom asked “’s it okay if i fuck this pretty face of yours, baby?” she was more than happy to oblige.

one hand now on her chin and the other on the back of her head, tom began thrusting at a medium pace. as amazing as y/n felt around him, he didn’t want to risk going too hard too fast. gradually, he began to speed up, and as he hit the back of her throat, she teared up beneath him, her hands holding the backs of his thighs as her panties became more and more saturated with her arousal.

upon noticing her tears, tom ran his thumb beneath her eyes to catch any strays, saying, “you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. so bloody well, fuck.” tom’s hold on her chin tightened, which only made y/n’s mouth open wider with the pressure, tongue sliding against the underside of his shaft as he fucked roughly into her.

the praise made y/n feel warm all over and, in an attempt to get him to cum faster, she increased the suction on him and looked up at him through her lashes like she knew he liked. when he saw this, her big, teary eyes staring innocently up at him, saliva rolling down her chin as he fucked her face raw, he groaned out, “shit, m‘ love, ’m gonna cum. gonna cum down your throat, fuck fuck fuck.”

this was music to y/n’s ears, and soon he had himself stuffed fully down her throat as he shot his hot white ropes into it, moaning loudly and pornographically into the room. he wished he could keep her there like that, her warm, wet mouth blissfully engulfing him, but now y/n was tapping his legs, signaling that she needed to get a breath in. when he pulled out, instead of helping her off the ground, he lowered himself down to her level, where she sat with her hands on her knees, breathing deeply.

tucking a hand under her chin and wiping at the saliva covering it with his thumb, he asked, “are you okay, darling? didn’t hurt you, did i?”

y/n was shaking her head before he could even finish his question. “didn’t hurt me, jus‘ need a sec, that’s all.”

tom smiled warmly at her, and y/n could have sworn in that moment she forgot he was this big and powerful mafia boss. he just looked so sweet, and he always made sure to care for her whenever they did these things. planting a loving kiss on her cheek, he said, “d’you mind if i pick you up, sweet girl?”

after he got her okay, tom snuck an arm underneath her legs and waist, hoisting her up and walking her slowly to his large bed. gently, he laid her down in the middle of it, crawling up over her to hover above her. he removed his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them and his crimson tie (she insisted he wore it to coordinate their outfits) on the floor. then, he let his gaze fall to her body under him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. he was certain he’d never meet someone as beautiful as y/n.

“can i take this off of you?” he gestured to her satin dress.

“please.”

with y/n arching her back off the bed to aid him, tom was able to unzip the elegant garment and slowly slip it off of her body, revealing her breasts to him, nipples now pebbled from the cool air. he tossed it to the floor with the rest of the clothes, and took his time kissing and sucking marks down her body as he made his way to her soaked panties.

running his thumb along her clothed slit, resulting in a hushed whimper on her end, tom said, “bloody soaked, darling. who made you this wet, hm?”

“y-you, tommy,” she sighed.

“’s right,” he hooked his fingers into the waistband, looking up to her face and asking with his eyes if he could pull them down. at the nod of her head, he did exactly that.

instinctually, y/n’s legs clamped shut. it was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but still, her face grew warm at the idea of him seeing her bare. tom tsked, shaking his head at his girl. “c’mon, love, don’t get all shy on me now.” he rubbed soft circles onto her thighs, patiently waiting for her to open up for him, his cold rings that were still on his fingers providing a stark contrast to the heat of her body. she shivered.

taking a deep breath, y/n slowly spread her legs apart, growing more comfortable as the seconds passed. tom continued rubbing her thighs as she did, reminding her that he was there and that she could trust him, like always.

“there we are,” he cooed, replacing the rubbing with kisses along her inner thighs. “so pretty. ’s this all for me?” he licked a long stripe from y/n’s entrance up to her clit, flattening his tongue as he did, eliciting a gasp from y/n’s lips. he grinned at the sound, sucking her bud into his mouth and moaning, the vibration causing her hips to lurch off the comforter. in turn, tom ran his muscular arms beneath her already quivering legs, and pressed the palms of his hands into the skin of her tummy, forcing her back down into the mattress.

then, after a few more kitten licks to her weepy hole, tom’s tongue dipped into her, and y/n fisted the bedsheets near her waist, already panting out for him to keep going. his strong muscle moved in and out of her at a constant pace, yearning to taste all of her. when he couldn’t catch some of her arousal and it leaked past the sides of his mouth, he wasted no time in going back for it, lapping up the spillage quickly and returning to his previous ministrations.

y/n was a whining mess beneath him. each time he’d flick her clit with the tip of his tongue, she’d let out a cry and try to pull away from him, but tom held her still with his hands. her breathing was shallow, her heart beating rapidly as she writhed in her place. when he noticed her hands wandering, trying to find an adequate grip on something, tom’s hands reached for hers and led them to his hair. he didn’t stop what he was doing when he looked up at her, meeting her questioning gaze and nodding as if to tell her she could pull if she needed to. he wanted her to.

tom also couldn’t help but to admire the pinch of her brow as the knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter. but he was pulled from his thoughts when, without warning, she tugged harshly on his hair, making him groan deeply and rut his hips into the bed to alleviate his erection. in all fairness, it was his fault— he’d nipped at her clit, and now he was smirking against her as she threw her head back onto his pillow.

“tom, i… ’m not gonna last, tommy,” y/n whimpered, fresh tears gathering in her eyes, threatening to spill over her waterline.

“no?” tom mumbled against her heat, “but you’re doing so well, darling. wouldn’t wanna ruin that, would you?”

“please tom, i-i can’t….”

this time, he ignored her, simply continuing his assault between her legs until she screamed out a “please please please!” as her fingers clutched his locks tighter and she jerked in his hold.

with a final suck to her clit, tom figured he’d be nice and give in. “okay, baby. that’s okay, you can cum.”

y/n let go at his words, moaning and panting as tears fell down her face, her hands gripping tom’s hair impossibly taut (which would be a problem if he wasn’t into that). her legs shook as she tightened them around his head, but not too hard to the point where tom felt that he had to loosen them a bit for her. he helped her ride out her high by lapping up every last drop of her cum, and occasionally placing soothing kisses to her clit.

when she finally calmed down, tom reached up and pulled her hands from his curls, holding them both in one of his own sweetly as he carefully made his way back up her body, wiping at his mouth with his wrist. y/n’s eyes were still shut, cheeks stained with her tears for a second time tonight, and tom laid her hands down on her tummy so he could wipe at them with the hand that wasn’t holding him up at the moment. the action brought her back to earth, sighing contentedly as she felt the rough pads of her lover’s fingertips gently swiping at her face.

“hi,” she breathed, eyes refusing to open yet.

“hey,” he laughed, kissing her forehead. “how’re you feeling, y/n?”

“so good, tom.”

“yeah? think you could give me one more before the real thing?”

y/n’s eyes shot open now, a look of disbelief and apprehension on her face. “um… i don’t know. maybe, but… ’s a lot.”

tom gazed at her with soft, understanding eyes. “how about this,” he proposed, “i give you another mind blowing orgasm, and afterwards you tell me if you think you can handle one more. how’s that sound?”

y/n bit her lip and nodded. “okay.”

shooting her a smile, he ran a hand down the length of her body, cupping her warmth and making her groan, hips bucking just slightly up into the air at his touch.

“gonna make you feel good again, baby,” he promised as he kissed her cheek. she felt his fingers poke at her entrance once before sliding his middle one in fully, pumping a few times before curling inside of her. she let out a low moan at the feeling.

tom took his time, using one finger for a while to let her get accustomed to the feeling. when he thought it had been long enough, he slipped his ring finger in beside the other, increasing the speed of his trusts and curling a bit harder. he watched y/n’s face the whole time, searching for any signs of discomfort. he didn’t want to overwhelm her, and thankfully all he saw was a look of pleasure on her features.

when tom added pressure to her clit with his thumb, rubbing in a figure eight motion, y/n’s hands flew to the back of his neck, needing to hold onto something. her chest arched upwards into his, skin rubbing against skin for a little while before she fell back onto the bed. tom’s fingers were longer and thicker than her own, making her feel one hundred times better than her own ever could.

y/n could feel herself getting close already, the overstimulation and the kisses tom was leaving on various areas of her face only pushing her further. at one point, when the tension in her abdomen got particularly tight as tom managed to hit her g-spot, she whined out, “tom! tom, ’s too much!”

tom brought his lips to hers, silencing her cries with his mouth. he pulled away after a moment to say, “you can take it though, can’t you? gonna take my fingers like a good girl? gonna cum all over them?”

y/n gave no response, crying out and writhing on tom’s duvet instead. “shh,” he comforted her, “need you to cum for me, darling.”

moments later, y/n found herself cumming for the second time in the span of a few minutes. her vision went white, this orgasm being much more intense than the previous one she had had. tom didn’t help her ride it out too much this time, merely stilling his fingers inside of her as she clenched repeatedly around them, pressing hard against her clit as her legs shook again.

it took a few minutes for her to relax again, tom whispering sweet nothings into her ear the whole time. once she caught her breath, she said, “let’s do one more.”

tom’s prick swelled and leaked a bit at the prospect of getting to fuck her tonight, but he needed to be sure she could take it, and that she wasn’t just saying this to make him happy. “are you sure, my love? it’s late, and you’re tired, we really don’t have to—”

“i really want to,” y/n interrupted him. “i want you, tom. please. please fuck me.”

how could tom possibly say no to his girl when she was begging for him like this? short answer: he couldn’t.

“all right, darling,” he said, lowering himself to press his tip against her. “are you ready?”

y/n nodded frantically, eager to feel full and to make him feel good as well. she could tell it was taking a lot of restraint for him not to just ram into her and fuck her into oblivion right now.

“use your words, y/n.”

“yes, yes. please, tom.”

tom entered her slowly, giving her a moment to adjust to his size before moving. they both groaned loudly at the sensation, tom’s cock feeling so snug inside of her dripping walls, y/n basking in the way his every ridge and vein slid against her. it wasn’t particularly fast to begin with, but his thrusts were firm, rocking y/n’s body into the bed. she moaned out into the air, a sheen of sweat covering her body. tom’s ears perked up at the sound.

“does that feel nice, baby?” tom asked, speeding up. y/n nodded frantically.

“f-feels amazing.”

taking hold of one of her hands, tom brought it down to the space between her legs, placing her fingers on her clit. he let his own fingers rest atop hers and guide her movements, making her massage small circles into her already wildly overstimulated nerves. y/n’s face pinched tightly, breathing becoming more labored, tom’s thrusts now fast and hard, fucking roughly into her tight hole.

wanting to spice things up even more, tom lifted y/n’s left leg up onto his shoulder, driving impossibly deep into her and hitting all the right spots.

“tom!” she cried, attempting to hide her face in his neck, but tom stopped her.

“no, no, darling. wanna see your face when i make you fall apart on my cock.”

so y/n allowed her head to fall back onto the pillow, fingers still moving diligently against her clit. “tommy?” she said quietly, her voice just barely wavering.

“hm?”

“c-can i cum? please, can i?”

tom could hear the desperation in her voice, and although he wanted to ask her to hold it just a little while longer so they could cum together, he thought he’d feel guilty asking her to try and control her third release in the span of less than half an hour. so instead, he replied, “go ahead, love. ’m right behind you.”

y/n’s third orgasm ripped through her harder than either of her previous ones, her nails scraping down tom’s back, right leg tightening around his waist, mouth halfway open in a silent scream, back arching off the mattress. tom watched her face constrict as her muscles constricted around him, too. everything about the sight was perfect, and it threw him over the edge.

while y/n was coming down from her high, tom was only just reaching his own, his continuous thrusts growing sloppy as they helped her ride hers out and bring his closer. it wasn’t long before he released his second load into her, filling her up warmly, some of his cum spilling out around his cock.

once tom had returned y/n’s leg into its previous position extended beneath him, he collapsed on top of her, earning himself a soft ‘oof!’ from her.

he buried his face into her warm neck, mumbling “sorry, love,” and kissing the skin there. she felt arms snaking around her body, pulling her into a tight embrace, and causing a cute giggle to fall from her lips.

“gotta get cleaned up, tommy,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.

“i know,” he replied. “five more minutes. then i’ll clean us up. promise.”

she laughed, and tom smiled.

as the two of them laid there, still panting, arms wrapped around each other, y/n wondered to herself if tom really understood how much she needed him. not just physically (because obviously he knew that by now), but in general— in her life, in her future. and admittedly, she hoped that would guarantee many, many more orgasms to come.

feeling his arms tighten around her, holding her in possibly close to his body, she couldn’t help but think to herself, oh, yeah. he definitely knows.

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