#mob!tom holland x you

[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.

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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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[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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IF YOU’D LIKE TO BE TAGGED WHEN I POST FOR BUCKY, LET ME KNOW!!

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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

[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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[theslayerofthevampires]

This mob tom fic was soooo good!!

no shame | t. holland

no one bully me i have never written a mob!tom fic before but i’m v proud of this! here is the newest installment of the calm series :) this is also like 6.3k words so i apologize in advance if the app glitches LMAO

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, mentions of sex

the hollands were the talk of the town. their mob had owned most of southern england and were on the rise. they were gaining territory faster than any of the other mobs in the uk, and everyone feared them. no one knew how they were quickly taking over the country, but everyone knew not to stand in their way.

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[jinxfriend]

Introduction to my blog!

Info Speedrun! (★^_^★)

I go by mainly Jinx (I am sadly not an arcane fan) i'm thinking about going by Jamie too in the future,

Nonbinary, Aroace/Demiromantic, Mayhaps Polyamorous

Infp/Enfp

I MIGHT be neurodivergent

Reality shifter, I believe in Spirits/Ghosts and manifestation and have my own experiences with them,

i apologize to my non-shifter moots im definitely going to be reblogging stuff about it or make my own posts on it 😭

I am 16 so i apologize if i ever did interact with any nfsw blogs or blogs with 'Minors Dni' in them, feel free to unfollow me 🙏 /nm

My birthday is january 12!!

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!

this will get updated regularly as the time pasts and my interests change ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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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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Shifting Related:

#Vigilante Mha/Marvel dr

anything that i post/reblog about my vigilante dr, my dr also includes dc, xmen, danny phantom etc

#Hero Mha/Marvel dr

same world as my vigilante dr but im a hero and have a different path in life! this was actually the original version and my vigilante dr was an alternate universe of this dr, but i became more focused on my vigilante dr so ill probably talk about that one more!

#Gravityfalls Dr

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

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

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[huntergatherercreator]

Liar: Part 6

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

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

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, kidnapping, torture, interrogations, angst

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Part 6 – 1952 words

He sat quietly as Harry spoke to the bar owner, an untouched drink clenched between his fingers as he silently wished he would talk faster. The older man was slowly warming up. As much as a dive bar owner in the ass end of a small town would to outsiders.

“I’m actually passing through on the way to meet up with my girlfriend.” Harry shared a photo of you with a fond smile. There was no arguing that he knew how to charm someone. Working in distributions must be a constant performance to keep people on your side. A non committal noise from the bar keep as he slid the rag from over his shoulder and started wiping the closest glass.

Casting his eyes over the worn furniture and pictures of Georgia’s greats lining the walls Tom struggled to see you here. He hated the thought that you’d be wasting your talents pouring beers for the regulars who were already slumping in their bar stools at 12pm on a Tuesday.

Trying to tune back into Harry’s conversation was pointless. He was already done being there, he wanted to get back on the road. Excusing himself to use the restroom he took his time washing up. The splash of cool water helped wake him up a little more after having the last driving shift but did nothing to make him look any better. Staring at his reflection he barely recognised himself. Water dripping from his too long curls caught in his short beard. He’d never gone more than three days without shaving, now he didn’t care. Slicking his hair back he blinked at the tired eyes looking back at him. He was a mess. Go figure. With a sigh he dried off and left the bathroom. He pulled up short as a waitress exited from a hall behind the bar, the double doors swinging in her wake. His eyes snagged on a white board filled with time slots. A rota for the bar, he realised. Pushing the door open for a better look he froze. His stomach simultaneously sank and soared as he read the name listed for the last three nights shifts. Y/N.

When he got back to the bar he gripped his Harry’s shoulder. A silent signal before saying, “we should head out. I’m sure there’s a motel around here somewhere we can rest up.”

Harry looked expectantly at the barman who nodded and gave rough directions to one further down the road. Slipping a few bills over Harry stood but Tom had already taken off back to the car.

“I can’t tell if you have good news or bad news,” Harry admitted as he joined him in the front seat.

“Her name was on the rota. She’s supposed to be here tonight. She has to be close.” He pulled the car out and headed towards the motel, a prayer on his lips that he was about to find you.

Harry’s phone dinged. From the corner of his eye he saw him swipe at the message and then freeze.

“Tom, pull over.” Eyes darting to his brother the tone of his voice had his chest constricting. He turned into the motel parking lot and stopped across several spaces in his haste. His hands choked the steering wheel as he waited for Harry to speak.

“Montana has her.” The tremor of worry in his words was nothing compared to the full body shake that started in Tom. It couldn’t be. They wouldn’t send them for something this small, for someone this unimportant. What was he missing? Head resting on the wheel he tried to breathe but his chest kept constricting tighter. The people he’s spent years protecting had turned on him. They’d gone behind his back and taken you to be- he stopped himself. He didn’t wanted to think about what he knew Montana would do to you. Black spots floated over his vision until Harry’s phone sounded again.

“I have an address. Its 20 minutes away.” His decision was made in seconds. A burning determination charged him. As soon as he got his hands on you he’d never let go again. He’d keep you safe even if it meant burning everything in his life to the ground. Burning them to the ground.

But those were his choices, he wouldn’t drag anyone else into this. He turned to Harry about to voice that and got a stern glare.

“Don’t you dare get sappy on me. If you go, I’m coming too.” As if to back up his statement he popped the glovebox and took out the gun hidden there. “I won’t let you lose her.”

With a shared look the weight shifted off his chest and he threw the car into gear.

Y/N POV

Your head swam as bright light pierced at your eyelids. You listened for the sound of your alarm but couldn’t hear anything. Five more minutes you told yourself. Your body ached to stretch out and it wasn’t until you shifted you realised you were sitting. Had you fallen asleep at work? The worry behind that thought helped you shift closer to awake but just as you thought you’d be able to open your eyes a wave of darkness pulled you back to sleep.

It was the sound of footsteps that finally helped you surface. Opening your eyes your mind sluggishly tried to put together the information they were seeing. A dirty concrete floor. A single bulb above you casting a small circle of light. Everything beyond that was swathed in darkness but you could sense eyes on you. You tried to shift your arms but found they were stuck. A sliver of panic raced up your spine as you tugged harder and felt the bite of plastic straps tightening around your wrists. The sudden adrenaline rush that followed triggered flashes of memories. Being grabbed in the motel room. The sharp sting of a needle in your arm. The rough carpet beneath your palms. They'd got you.

The icy press of metal against your back registered too slowly. You felt like you were underwater. Everything wavered at the edges as you struggled to suck in enough air.

“Don’t worry. This won’t take long.” The tension lacing the air snapped with those words and reality flooded in. Your body froze up, muscles tensing painfully as it finally registered how much danger you were in. The barrel dug in slightly as he reached out to grip your shoulder. You were too shocked to even flinch as his rough fingers dug into your collar bone, holding you in place.

A lighter flickered in the shadows then the steady pace of footsteps echoed closer and closer until a shape took form outside the boundary of the light. Smoke fanned from them on a heavy exhale.

“Tell me what you saw.”

You barely heard her words over the rapid beating in your ears.

“I don’t-” You cut off as the grip on you tightened in warning.

“When?” you re-routed quickly.

“The office.” There was no clarification needed for that. The scene was still burned into your memory even if the feeling surrounding it had dimmed, been resolved with your acceptance of Tom.

“He was with someone. He had a gun to their head.” Your voice sounded off, mechanical as you relayed the information.

“Do you know who it was?”

You shook your head. “There was too much...too much blood.”

“Hmm.” She stepped forward, her hazy form snapping to full definition as the light hit. With a crisp navy pant suit and perfect hollywood curls she wasn’t what you’d been expecting and a glimmer of hope fluttered in your chest. Maybe you could reason with her? Maybe you could- Your thoughts cut short as you saw the way she stared at you. Like you were a butterfly caught in a jar. A butterfly she would pull the wings from without hesitation. You tried to swallow but your throat had dried up.

She took a long inhale of her cigarette, the embers flaring before drifting to the ground.

“Let’s see if we can help you remember any more details.”

The restraint on your shoulder tightened. Before you could blink the cigarette was pushed against the base of your neck. Your shock numbed you for a blissful second before the sting had you sucking in a pained breath and jolting back against the gun barrel. Tied to the chair you had nowhere to go.

You forced yourself to hold still, fingernails digging into your palms, teeth biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your whimpers as she created a constellation of burns along your shoulder.

Eventually the cigarette snubbed out and she raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“I don’t know who it was,” you managed to croak out. All the available moisture in your body seemed to have evaporated or joined the rivulets of sweat dripping down your back.

She sighed. “I thought you’d say that.” A switch blade clicked open in her hand and your heart stopped.

With a flick of her wrist the blade disappeared. You're gaze dropped in confusion to find the knife stuck between your ribs. As soon as your brain registered the injury pain blazed like wildfire through your chest. Your breath caught in your throat. Then she pulled the knife out. Searing agony filled every nerve ending as more damage was done. There was a rasping sound. It was you trying to breathe.

Warmth spread out over your side and soaked into your clothes. The metallic tang was all you could smell. You knew, without even needing to look, that there was too much. That there was nothing you could do.

She crouched until she was eye level with you. “Now is the time to tell me anything you’re holding back. If you do know something I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” You looked at the dull disinterest in her eyes. Even if you had known something there was nothing about the way she spoke to you that gave you any hope of making it out of there. With startling contrast you realised that this was what a true killer looked like. How you had ever thought Tom could be cold and heartless like this was unforgivable. Bile rose in your throat as you thought again about how much you must have hurt him. Grimacing through the pain you knew there was only one thing you wanted to waste your breath saying to the monster before you.

“I hope he finds you.” For a fraction of a second you swore she froze, then her eyes narrowed.

Scrunching your eyes shut to block her out you pictured Tom. You'd memorised his face that night. His warm brown eyes that flared with hope when you told him you needed time. The conviction to his words when he told you nothing would change how he felt about you. That he’d be there when you needed him. Your heart clenched in despair. How had you been so stupid? How had you ever thought that running away would make things easier? You wished you'd kissed him. Brushed his curls away from his face and told him you loved him like you had a million times before. Now you’d never see him again. Never get the chance to apologise. He'd never know how much you regretted leaving him. Tears spilled over onto your cheeks.

"Ugh," the sound of disgust brought you back to the present. "I don't have time for this. Deal with her." You tried to cling to the vision of Tom behind your eyes. A shuffle of movement behind you had you freezing. Then pain exploded at your temple. Everything went dark.

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Part 7

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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

[theslayerofthevampires]

I so excited to see where this goes!!! I have so many questions like why she doesn't she remember who she is? Who is she? And what's gonna happen between y/n and Tom? I can't wait ❤️❤️

Exiled Angel

Mob!tom holland x reader

Prologue

Warnings: panic attack, injuries, yucky flirting and just angst. (some fluff tho to an extent)

Dividers by @saradika

The rain dripping on your face was what woke you up. You opened your eyes very slowly and as you started to adjust to the light coming from the light post you were under and your senses started coming back you realized you were lying on the ground on the sidewalk alone on an empty street.

Your body stiff and you felt a headache coming on. You got up very carefully and your knees almost gave out from how dizzy and weak you felt. Your head was pounding and you started to feel anxious as you didn’t know where you were.

Walking down the sidewalk slowly but surely you decided to go find some shelter to hang out in to figure out what on earth was going on.

After walking for what felt like hours, you slowly deduced that it was very late. Nothing was open at all. You kept walking and you almost gave up until you found what looked like a bar or club and decided to go inside maybe find some help. It wasn’t the most ideal place especially in your condition but it looked like the only place that was open. You’d take anything right now.

You walked inside and instantly the loud music and chattering noise of everyone hit your ears. Feeling the bass of music in your stomach, you headed over to the bar area to sit down and gather your surroundings.

You were soaked from the rain, cold and shivering you sat looking at the people swaying and dancing and swaying on the dance floor with no care in the world.

“Hey, you okay?” You looked to your right and followed the sound. A blonde haired bartender with his striking blue eyes looking at yours.

It took you a second to realize he was actually talking to you. “Y-Yeah, fine” you replied, voice shaking.

He nodded suspiciously and took off serving other people coming in.

Your brain tired to remember what had happened. What was the last thing you remembered?

“Hi,” you whipped your head to the sound of the voice coming from your left, you were met with a dark eyed face, and you instantly felt uneasy.

“Do you want to dance?” He asked looking you up and down for sure checking you out and made you want to bolt out the door. “No thanks,” you replied sternly- well as stern as you could be, hoping he’d get the memo and leave you alone. Apparently he didn’t.

“Well can we at least get to know each other? If you know what I mean?” He smirked eyes locked down at your chest.

‘Was anyone seeing this?’ You thought.

“I’m Joe, what’s your name?” He finally had the decency to look in your eyes asking you.

You turned around about to cuss him out or run away which one you hadn’t decided yet,

when you suddenly froze, ‘my name?’

‘Wait a minute..’ you thought suddenly. ‘I don’t remember my name..?’ ‘Who am I?” ‘What’s my name?’ ‘Why can’t I remember my name?’ You thought and started panicking.

‘Why can’t I remember anything?’ ‘What’s happening to me?’

You didn’t know who you were, what your name was, you didn’t remember what happened, and you had no idea where you were. Yeah. You were definitely panicking.

As your breathing picked up you started looking around frantically. You didn’t know what or who you were looking for. You left the bar leaving the guy high and dry as he deserved.

What you didn’t see was the blond bartender’s eyes following you.

You tried to calm down so you wouldn’t attract any unnecessary attention but it just wasn’t happening. A gentle sob came out of you, and the tears kept coming. You were feeling so incredibly lost like a child lost their mother on the street.

You’re chest felt like it was caving in and about to break. With blurry eyes you hurried over to the corner of a wall. You just wanted to hide and wake up from this nightmare. You slid down to the floor, too emotionally unstable to stand, and drew your knees to your chest and rested your head between them, Almost trying to hide from the world and to trying to calm your hyperventilating but you were too far gone.

Meanwhile in the V.I.P. area at the back was none other than most feared mobster in London, Tom Holland. He was at the top of the food chain and anyone who is everyone knew it.

After all he owned the place and It was his first night off in months that he decided that he would gladly give himself, and he was three whiskey glasses in, having the time of his life….well that was until Harrison, best friend and his second in command burst through the back interrupting Tom in the middle of a good time.

“Mate, I’m so sorry, but you know I wouldn’t have came here if it wasn’t important,” he panted, out of breath from running up the stairs to the V.I.P section. “What is it Haz?” He asked, his eyes hard and jaw clenched.

You suddenly felt a hand on knee and instinctively recoiled, letting out a sob choking you. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” you heard a soft voice say. Well as soft as a voice can be in a bar. But the lump In your throat was too big to reply to it. Loud sobs racking through your body when someone tried to touch you again on the shoulder.

“No, don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, please, please just…” you panicked. “Same thing happened when I tried talking to her, she wouldn’t talk to me,” Harrison told Tom. Tom glanced over to Haz from his crouched position in front of you.

“Okay darling, I won’t touch you again okay?” “Can you please just look at me?” “I just want to help,” Tom explained calmly.

“No, I-I-no-“ you stuttered unable to catch your breath.

“Shh, hey look me darling it okay, you’re okay,” you stared to look up slowly but surely until you faced the person owing the soft voice of whiskey.

“That’s it darling,” he was finally able to see your beautiful innocent eyes and tear stained face. “Hi, my name is Tom”

“can you tell me what your name is?” He asked gently with a smile. “You were still taking harsh breaths but calmed a bit looking into his eyes.

“I-I don’t remember,” you mumbled, looking down, almost ashamed.

“You don’t remember your name?” Tom asked skeptically.

“I don’t remember anything,” you cried. “I-I woke up like an hour ago and I was lying on the ground in the middle of the street a-and I don’t know what happened to me and I can’t remember anything,” you sobbed, breaking once more, putting your head between your knees again.

“Okay, hey you’re okay, try to calm down okay, can I touch you?” “You hesitated but nodded nonetheless , and he immediately put his hand in your shoulder with a reassuring grip.

“Hey, look me, love.” He said stern but soft.

He looked at your eyes after you slowly raised your head. “Okay let’s take a deep breath in,” he told you as he sucked in a breath encouraging you to do the same.

“And out,” he exhaled loudly and gently not to startle you reached for your hand and placed it on his chest to feel him breathing. He did this repeatedly helping you breathe in and out until your breath finally slowed. His heartbeat grounding you.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked, you focused on his voice over the loud noise around you. “Yeah, a bit.” You croaked. “Okay, that’s good,” he smiled.

His smile quickly dissolved once his eyes caught a look at your body. Your shoulders and arms down to your thighs are a bunch of angry looking bruises. He wondered if you were aware of them.

“W-what?” You stuttered, nervous of his sudden mood change. You were still very wary of this stranger who decided to help you for some reason you couldn’t comprehend.

Tom deduced you were in fact not aware of said injuries.

He shook his head, “Nothing don’t worry, how about we go at the back where it’s a bit quieter and you can tell me what happened, is that okay with you?” He found your eyes, expression gentle. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time around.

You looked at him eyes hesitant. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can stay here but you’re already overwhelmed and I don’t want you getting stressed out from all this noise.” He reassured you.

“No it’s okay, it actually is loud in here.” You finally found your voice.

He slowly helped you up making sure you were comfortable with him being close to you and he lead you back to the VIP area, Harrison following, where it was as he promised much quieter. He was also the only one here. He really only made this area for him and friends and family or any meetings. So it was only them inside. You walked in and the loud banging instantly came to a halt.

A/n: so??? Thoughts? Feedback is welcomed! I’m a little rusty so keep that in mind tho! Hope you enjoyed thank you for reading! <3 likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

[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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[hollands-poppet]

Don’t Make Me Choose// Chapter 1

Mob!Tom Holland and Mob!Harrison Osterfield AU series

A/N: AHHH, I’m so excited to finally put this part out! I’ve been working on it for a while so to get this out is so exciting! I would love some feedback, and also your guy’s response will also determine how fast the next part will come out. 

Word Count: 5.6K 💛

Warnings: angsty, alcohol abuse, italics is flashback, I didn’t proofread this at all 

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Being a part of the mob was something Harrison thought was the greatest thing in the world. He thought it was cooler than being the president of the United States or even better than being a superhero. He felt like like he had it all, he had more money than he knew what he could do with and he was able to take care of the people that he loved.

Oh, how he loved Y/N and he would literally do anything for her. And if there was a God, he literally thought she was a gift from up above because she was one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. He knew from the moment his eyes landed on her that he wanted all of her and to make her his forever.

She turned around from the view of the mirror, her toothy smile immediately making Harrison fall in love with her even more. She turned her back to him again and lifted her hair so that her back was exposed, “Do you think you can button me up?” His fingers lingering to the buttons and your dress and slowly buttoning the pearl beads on her back, the tip from his fingers sending shivers down her spine.

“Thank you, Haz.” She lets her hair down loose again, and turns to him. He wanted to lean in and kiss her, it felt like it was just two of them left in the world until he realized her bridesmaids started setting the veil over her head. It reminded him again that his boss, his best friend and most powerful mobster in the UK was marrying the girl he was in love with.

One of the bridesmaids, Bella, who also happened to be Y/N’s maid of honor and best friend started to pin down the veil. She made sure to hide the pins where no one could see them. The veil itself was long, from the front it nearly touched the ground but from behind it was a train that was longer than the train from the dress.

Bella held a few pins in her mouth as Y/N stare down at the bouquet in her hands. The veil was long and beautiful with lace details all around to the front and to the train. It truly gave Y/N a heavenly look, she almost looked like an angel or maybe that’s what Harrison was thinking because he was head over heels for her.

“Do you need some help with that?” Robyn asked, another one of Y/N’s bridesmaids who was adjusting the train just perfectly on the ground. In the midst of all this adjusting of the veil, Haz just stared at the woman in front of him and was taking her all in one last time before she was wed off to Tom.

“Harrison?”

He is knocked out of his thoughts when he hears her voice, Y/N’s eyes already locking with his when she looks up from the bouquet. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

He clears his throat, and adjusts his bow tie as he shakes his head “No, no. I’m just fine. You know what? I should go and check on the groom, make sure he’s ready to go.”

Lies.

Y/N nods, she really can’t do much under that veil.

“Thanks again Haz, Tom is so lucky to have you. I’m not surprised he picked you to be his best man.”

Ouch, that stings.

He buttons his tuxedo and smiles behind his bittersweet taste of this wedding, “You know, he’d be nothing without me.”

Lies again.

They both laugh in synchronicity as Bella and Robyn both finish up on the veil, the two ladies both stop in place and notice the vibe between the two.

Haz makes eye contact with Robyn who has her arms crossed, not really liking what she is seeing. “Harrison, why don’t you go get Tom now? I’ll see you before we walk down the aisle.”

Y/N notices the tension that starts to arise, “Thanks again, Haz. See you out there.” She gives him one more smile until she looks back at Bella who is already adjusting the veil from the front.

And then Haz began to make his way out of the guest room of his best friend’s mansion and started to walk towards Tom’s office.

Y/N wanted a twilight,forest vibe wedding back home in the states but Tom was able to convince her to have the wedding in his backyard back in London. He met Y/N back in the states when he was making a few deals out in New York almost 3 years back. She was out on vacation and they both met at Joanne’s Trattoria where she was eating with Bella.

Haz remembers that night so clearly, he remembers walking in and seeing her sitting at the table with her hair straightened and really natural makeup that highlighted all of her best features. Fuck, he was mesmerized.

“A table for two, please.” Tom remarks as he checks his time on the watch. The hostess apologizes and tells him that he must make a reservation but Haz is tuned out of the conversation at this point.

He’s only paying attention to the woman who is sitting across the tiny restaurant, her smile was already so contagious. Haz could hear Tom threatening the hostess when he places his hand on his mate’s shoulder, “Actually miss, those are our friends at that table, we’ll just go and sit with them.”

Tom looks confused as fuck but plays along with his friend’s idea, “What are you doing?” Haz again pats his friend’s shoulder, “Look at that table.” He nods his head in direction of Y/N and when Tom looked back at his mate, he let out a giggle.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” The brunette continues to let out quiet laughs, Haz’s cheeks immediately becoming flustered.

“What? No, mate. I don’t even know her.” The two still standing be the entrance look around to see if anyone if paying attention to their conversation, paranoia always on the back of their minds.

“I know you don’t know her, I just know you haven’t gotten laid in a while.” He takes a look back at the table where Y/N was sitting, “Fuck, she is beautiful. I’ll give you that Haz.”

The blue eyed blonde chuckles, Tom was right about the getting laid part but he didn’t want to fuck her. He did want to know her.

“Well, let’s get to know her then.” The most powerful mobster in London readjust his suit and made his way towards the table, leaving Haz behind.

Now that night Tom knew that Haz wanted to make a move on Y/N. So he let him but his soon wife-to-be couldn’t help but gravitate with Tom in the moment, and he did too. He knew from the moment he lied eyes on Y/N that he was going to make her his wife someday.

But he wasn’t ever going to tell Harrison that.

Tom knew that Haz probably had a salty palette at some point about him and Y/N dating but love is love. You don’t choose who you fall in love with, it just sort of hits you in the face and you roll with it. And that was something Tom could never understand.

It was a concept he would never understand because he fell in love with a girl that his best friend wanted to get to know. And she just happened to fall back in love with him, isn’t that fucked?

Tom almost chuckles at the thought of it because of how fucked up it sounds. He is already dressed in his tuxedo for the wedding, a flower that his mom pinned on the left side of his pocket right where his heart is. His fingers typing away at his laptop where he was finishing a couple of things up.

He was on high alert today especially because it was his wedding. He made sure there was extra everything, extra security especially. This was a day that he knew Y/N was so excited about, she had planned the last six months creating the perfect wedding.

Anything that she wanted she always got. She was his sun, and as long as he made sure she continued to shine everything else didn’t matter. Even though she wanted to get married back in her hometown, this was the only thing Tom wanted his way. It was the only way he knew they would be safe from rival mobs, the only way he could truly protect her in his estate.

He closed the top of his laptop, and notices his best mate standing at the door frame.

“You’re never not working are you?” Haz lets out as he crosses his arm and leans against the doorway.

Tom gets up from his work chair, “Yeah, I’m even working on my wedding day. Can you believe that?”

Haz pushes himself from the doorway and into his friend’s office, “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” He makes his way to the big window in the office that is in view of Tom’s backyard, his backyard not even recognizable. Even though Tom’s office was on the second floor, he could tell Y/N had really went hard with the decorating and planning, even the pool had lily pad decorations and lights shining from the bottom.

“I can. I just never knew it would be her.”

Haz didn’t know that either.

Tom pulls out two shot glasses from one of his drawers, along with his bottle of whiskey. “How about you take a shot with me while I’m still a single man?”

Tom sets them down in front of the window as Haz keeps staring down at the fantasy that was created in his backyard, “Yeah..lets do it.” He grabs the shot from the desk as does Tom.

Before they clink their shot glasses together, Harrison clears his throat and raises his drink, “To a happy life and wife.”

Tom lets out a smile and raises his shot as well, “Cheers to that.”

The shot glasses clink together and they both bring the whiskey to their mouths. The slight burn of the whiskey almost as bitter as the burn Haz is currently feeling, his best friend is marrying the woman he was in love with but it was too late to change anything.

So he clenched his fist as the burning from the drink surpassed his throat. He sets the shot glass down as he closes his eyes shut tight, his head spinning. Haz knew his alcohol intake was heavier lately, his addiction that he had kept denying until he had passed out at a gas station only a couple of months ago had crept up on him.

His doctor ordered an immediate detox right away but he didn’t want to, Haz didn’t feel like he needed to. Sure, his dependency on alcohol was high but he didn’t need it to function but he promised himself that once he realized he needed it to function was when he decided he would get help. He knew he was being an idiot but when you’re addicted, the disease doesn’t let you see that.

Tom pinches his nose slightly from the burn, he knew nothing of his friends on going addiction other than the bump Haz got on his head was from tripping on a step. He really didn’t think anything of it, you would think he would know his best friend better but Haz was good at keeping his own secrets.

The blonde clears his throat again and remembers the reason he came into the room, “Before I forget, Y/N is ready mate.” He walks up to the mirror in the office, adjusting his tie before walking to the door frame.

“Harrison?”

He stops in his place and looks over to Tom who is walking towards him, his arm swinging over his friend’s shoulder “Thank you..for everything.”

The two give each other a hug, and not a bro hug. Full on arms around each other, they’ve known each other since grade school and to come this far was something they both couldn’t be more thankful for.

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Once the soft symphony started to play, Nikki and Dom began to walk Tom down the aisle, his parents flung around both of his arms. His mother was already emotional, her first son already being married and taking over the family business was too much for her. Time flew so fast but she was excited for what was to come next for her son.

And Dom was a proud father, he didn’t know quickly his son would adapt to the mobster life and take over. His son took over way faster than he did when Dom was young lad like his son. Too say that he was emotional was an understatement but he would never let his son see him cry.

The trio stopped right in front of the seated crowd, and in front of the reverend who was going to marry Tom and Y/N. The flower wall behind them making this moment almost too perfect not to capture.

As Nikki and Dom are being photographed leaving Tom at the aisle, Bella and Harrison are getting prepared to walk down the aisle next. They both stare ahead waiting for their cue, Harrison’s hands are shaking a bit. He’s nervous but for what, for why? Maybe that was just him wanting another drink.

“Does he know?”

Haz’s hands stop shaking at the question Bella throws at him, they’re both still staring straight ahead, waiting to walk down the aisle.

“What are you talking about?”

She lets out a whispered scoff, “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about..it’s obvious.” Her hand grips a bit tighter on the bouquet of flowers she’s holding, “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

For a moment, Haz looks down at the ground. He feels caught, like he’s about go down for something he’s never told anyone but then he brings his head back up.

“Yes, I do.” He takes a pause. “And if you tell anyone-”

“For your sake..” she takes a deep breath as she hooks her arm around his. “I won’t.”

Bella knew as best as anybody that it wasn’t in anyone’s best interest to know that Harrison was in love with Y/N. Even speaking about it now was risky, but she had to know and for some reason it made her a bit emotional. Tears beginning to flood her eyes but she wouldn’t dare let them come out.

“I want the best for Y/N, and I’m not about to let you ruin it.”

And before he could respond, the duo is cued by the usher who is waiting by the door. Y/N wanted a rendition of My Love by Sia performed as everyone walked down aisle. Tom was actually able to get Sia to perform but she was in regular clothing so she wouldn’t outshine anyone at the wedding, he decided he would tell Y/N that surprise later.

Bella’s arm is hooked on his as he leads the way down the aisle. The crowd of family, friends and a bunch of Tom’s business partners turn around to look at the partners walking down the aisle.

A toothy smile from the both of them appear as they make eye contact with Tom, who has his hands in front of him.

Once they reach the front, they separate and make there way to their respective spots. Sam and Robyn soon follow after, big smiles swept across their faces as they make their way down the aisle. The twin was really attracted to Robyn that night, her red lips paired with the satin champagne dress was really making him feel some type of way.

They both separate once they reach the front of the aisle as well, Y/N didn’t have another bridesmaid for Harry to walk down the aisle with so he sat this one out. But then it was time for Y/N to walk and she was nervous.

She was nervous about a lot of things, the main one right now tripping over her dress. Her palms were clammy as she stood at the entrance of where she was going to begin to walk, she stared down as the reverend cued audience to stand as your presence was about to be made. Tom would’ve made them stand up for you anyway because you were his queen.

The walkway seemed way longer right now than it did this morning when she was making sure everything was decorated the way she wanted. She was a perfectionist and it anything was going to go perfect, it had to be her wedding.

As the guests finished standing up, Y/N took her first step down the aisle. The light shining through the veil casted a beautiful glow on her face that she was unaware of. Tom’s throat began to burn at the sight of his fiancé, how fucking mesmerizing she looked. She looked like a goddess walking towards him, and walking alone down the aisle only amplified the beauty she was casting at the moment.

Y/N’s parents didn’t walk her down the aisle because they didn’t attend the wedding. They didn’t want to get involved in Tom’s lifestyle. They respected their daughters wishes to marry him but did not approve of anything he did, therefore there presence was not at the wedding.

She didn’t care though, at least not in this moment. Sure, she had to walk alone but she knew walking down this aisle she would meet Tom there and she wouldn’t be alone anymore. This union was going to solidify that she wouldn’t walk to have any path by herself.

Every step he became closer in her sight, she tried not to walk too fast because she didn’t want to throw off anyone so she walked in a good pace. The flowers in her hands making her sweat a little more than usual, she kept her eyes locked on forward and Tom.

Fuck, Harrison wished it was him that she was walking towards so badly but it just didn’t turn out that way. The dress she wore really brought out her beauty, and everyone in that room knew Tom was lucky to have her. Anyone that knew her knows how good of a soul she has, and the face this best mate scored her was questionable, at least in Harrison’s eyes.

Tom wanted to cry, this moment was huge for him. He was so in love with Y/N, and he felt so blessed to be able to make her his on this beautiful, spring day.

Once she reached the front of the aisle, she got to Tom’s side and turned to him. Her veil dividing any contact between the two, which almost drove him crazy. So he leaned in to his left and whispered, “You look so beautiful.” Although Tom wanted to take the veil off of her already, he knew waiting til the end would be worth it.

The reverend signals everyone to take a seat and begins his sermon, “We are gathered here today for the union of Tom Holland and Y/N L/N.. if anyone wishes to give any reason why these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace..”

If Harrison wasn’t Tom’s best friend, he would’ve jumped at the moment like in a scene of a movie and tell the woman that he loved her but he couldn’t. There was too much to risk, even though losing his life could be one of those risks that wasn’t on the top of the list for him. Losing Tom as his friend was the biggest risk of all.

The reverend continued since no one spoke, Tom would’ve flipped if anybody objected anyway so it was best no one say anything at all.

“I understand that you both have written your own vows, so I will go ahead and let Tom go first.”

Y/N smiles and looks at Tom who is pulling a note out of his pocket which are his vows, Tom is never a simpy type but when it comes to his girl, he’ll simp for her anyday. His heart race is beginning to increase as the paper unfolds in his hand, his hands beginning to shake as he realizes he has to read this in front of a bunch of people.

He clears his throat and smiles at Y/N once more before he looks back down at his paper.

“Y/N L/N, I never knew what it was like to be truly in love until I met you. I remember the day I walked into Joanne’s Trattoria and seeing you from across the room. Although it was Harrison’s idea to go in and not mine, it was his best idea yet. ”

Harrison’s heart stings again but he laughs with the audience who thinks Tom’s line is funny.

“I’m forever grateful to him for that. Y/N, you’re the woman for me, you are literally the missing piece that I found that fit perfectly. You were the missing piece that brought balance to my life, and my life has always been on the run but you’ve brought my run to a stop. A stop that I was willing to put a hold on so that I could you bring you on the run with me.”

He takes a pause, the burning sensation in his throat causing him to have a shakiness in his voice. Y/N wants to touch his face but she can’t because of her veil, but she is taking his words all in and her eyes are swelling with tears.

Tom clears his throat and continues to speak, “I promise to protect you with all that I am and with all that I can be. I didn’t know how life could be so amazing until I met you and making you mine forever is the best thing I’ve done thus far. I love you, Y/N.”

He begins to refold the paper and tuck it back into his pocket, he looks up to Y/N who is wiping a tear under her veil as she mouths “I love you.” The clapping of the audience fading in the background, Harrison smiling through his bitterness.

The reverend proceeds with the ceremony, “That was beautiful..now Y/N you may continue with your vows.”  

She knew she wasn’t going to be able get a note handed to her so she had tucked into her lace sleeve on her arm, her fingers tugging it at it with the bouquet in her hand. She unfolds it, and holds the note with her left hand. Before she begins to read, she makes eye contact with Tom who is already staring at her which causes her to tear up again.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, I didn’t know what to think when I first met you. You seemed very in over your head, and you reeked of your vanilla and wood cologne but somehow you managed to make me fall head over heels for you.”

Again, another punch to Harrison’s heart. He wanted nothing but this vow to be read to him.

“I don’t know what the future holds for but I feel like it’s something great. Something is coming and I’m not sure what it is but I know you’ll be there. I know whatever life throws as us, you’ll do what you can to fix it. I will never fail my duties as your wife as long as you promise to keep me as yours forever. It feels like this lifetime will never be enough time for me to love you like I do now. So, I give you my life now, today, forever and always as a promise of my love for you. I love you, Thomas.”

She drops the note on the floor, and immediately taps a tear that is sliding down her cheek. She looks back at Tom who can’t help but have tears swell in his eyes, wanting so bad to just kiss her already.

The reverend begins to speak again, “The rings please.. Tom, please pull Y/N’s veil back.”  As Bella hands one of the rings to the reverend, Tom is pulling back the veil. As he pulls it over her head, he realizes how much the piece of cloth has been hiding her beauty.

“Y/N, take this ring and slide it on Tom’s finger..”

She begins to slide it on his finger when he the reverend asks him, “Tom, do you take Y/N as your wife? To love her in sickness and in health? Through the good and the bad?”

He responds just as Y/N finishes slipping the band in his finger, “I do.” He turns to his best man for the ring, and the blonde reaches in his coat pocket for the wedding band. Harrison hands Tom the other ring, a ring that he wanted to put on Y/N’s finger so bad.

Tom places the ring at the top of her finger and begins to slide it down as the reverend begins to speak, “Y/N, do you take Tom as your husband?To love him in sickness and in health? Through the good and the bad?”

Tears begin to flood her eyes as she smiles, “I do.”

The reverend smiles widely as he achieved his deed today, “With the power invested in me, I know pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Tom Holland. You may now kiss your bride.”

The moment that Tom was waiting for was here and he was more than happy to do it. His lips landed on Y/N’s as their union was just tired together permanently. Their kisses felt like they had never before, it felt different and even then they both couldn’t hear the claps of their family and friends. It felt like just them two in the room, it felt like it was just them two forever.

Harrison clapped as well, tears beginning to flood his eyes..he wasn’t only just bitter but he was genuinely fucking happy for his best friend, his friend finally found someone who wanted to be with him and take care of him. It just stung, the blued eyed man figured he would eventually get over it.

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The after party continued just like any other wedding, of course Tom and Y/N stuck together like glue. They both greeted some guests as they walked around the backyard together arm in arm, more utterly in love than ever.

As they patter around the backyard together, Haz watches from the corner of the party on high alert. He had gotten a call from one of the security that unmarked cars kept patrolling the mansion so he was prepared for anything.

Y/N and Tom had sat at their table while family and friends when up to the mic and said a few sweet things about the couple. The two listened while holding hands, drunk in love at the moment.

Haz watched the people talk from the corner of the room, he was supposed to go up as well but he didn’t know when his turn was. So he did what he does best and took a flask out of his inside pocket and took a drink, the vodka making his throat numb.

“So you’re resorting to becoming a drunk now?”

The familiar voice he had walked up the aisle with startles him a bit, “Hi, Bella. Glad you’re having fun.” He remarks sarcastically as he takes another drink from his flask. 

She stands shoulder to shoulder with him, “Look what I said before-”

“Just forget it. You’re wrong, I know my own truth.” Haz becomes super defensive, taking another drink from his flask before he returns it to his pocket.

“And so do I, as someone who really cares about you..I know how you feel about her. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She tries to rest her hand on his shoulder but he pushes her hand off.

“Well, it’s too late.” As he walks away, he puts the flask back into his pocket and makes his way to the empty mic. Before reaching the stage, he grabs a champagne glass from a waiter that passes by and cuts the line of people who are waiting for the microphone. The alcohol starting to make him forget that he abandoned his post in the corner while he kept watch.

He clears his throat, “Excuse me everyone, I just wanted to make a toast to my best friend and his wife.”

Tom and Y/N pull away from whispers into each other’s ears, and turn their attention to Haz who has his glass raised by his face.

“Whenever I look at these two, I feel almost a sense of home. They give me hope that love is real.”

More lies, it was all the alcohol rushing through his bloods that was making him say these things. Y/N and Tom didn’t know that though but they continued to listen and raise their glasses high.

“So, to my best friend and the girl that won his heart.”

I wish it was mine that you had stolen.

The guests toasted and a bunch of clanks could be heard in the backyard, as salty as Harrison was though he could at least that all he could truly be satisfied with is being able to keep Y/N through Tom’s life as his best friend. He wanted to be obviously more than friends but he would settle for this than nothing at all.

As he got off the small stage with the large background of flowers, he walked directly to the groom and bride’s table. Tom got up before he reached the table and extended his arm for a bro hug, “Thanks Haz, means a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite couple.” Haz lied straight through his teeth.

Tom krinkled his nose and made a confused face, “Have you been drinking, mate?”

Haz completely ignoring question extends his hand, “I just wanted to see if Mrs. Holland would care to dance with me?” She laughs as she puts her hand in his, “Of course, the best man deserves at least one dance.”

She passes Tom and gives him quick kiss as she follows the blonde to the dance floor.

Harrison spins her around as one of her arms find his shoulder and the other lands in his hand, they begin to sway to a song that is playing in the background.

“Thank you for that toast, it was beautiful.” Y/N cracks a smile as she looks into the blonde’s eyes, he smirks as he takes the lead, “Yeah, I meant every word.”

Harrison’s lie streak was on a roll today.

She laughs as she follows his lead, “Thank you for everything, Haz. I’m still not accustomed to Tom’s lifestyle but you being around has helped a lot.”

He stares into her eyes as they sway on the dance floor, “Well, I’m glad... I’ve been able to impact you some type of way.” As he dances with Y/N, he wishes so much that Tom had toasted them instead..he wishes that she felt the same type of way she did. He always thought she did but today was evident of her real feelings, how she decided that Tom was her soulmate.

Y/N and Harrison sway a bit more, following the beat of the song. Although he did smell a bit like booze, Y/N had never really been in Harrison’s grasp until now. He felt broad and strong, and even though she’s known him for as long as she’s known Tom, she wanted to get to know him more and her being married to Tom would allow that.

“We can be best friends now that I’m married to yours.”

Another stab to his heart. He smiles through that, the buzz of the alcohol now hitting him “Yeah, I figured we would be best friends, you don’t love me like you love Tom.” He slurs the words, so Y/N doesn’t really catch what he says, “Wait, what did you say?”

But before Haz could answer again, he is tapped on the shoulder by Tom, “Harrison, my mum would love to dance with you and I would love to steal my wife away from you.”

He pulls Y/N by her waist and into his arms, causing Haz’s jawline to tense as makes a digusted face, “Yeah go ahead, you already stole her.”

While in each other’s arms, Tom and Y/N both look at the blonde concerned.

“Mate, are you okay?”

Haz sighs deeply and rubs his hand through his gelled hair, “I’m just…” he pauses and takes a look at Y/N and then to Tom who is waiting for an answer.

“I’m just drunk...I have to get back to my post now.” And he doesn’t say another word but just walk away, he couldn’t face the humiliation he wasn’t going to remember the next day. Haz wasn’t going to go back and keep patrol, he was going to leave and get wasted so that he could make everything he felt tonight feel numb.

Tom wants to call for his best friend but doesn’t want to cause a scene at his own wedding so he just lets it go.

For now.

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lock the door ✩ tom holland

word count ✎ 3.1k

tropes ✎ mob!tom / married!au / smut

warnings ✎ exhibition, oral sex (m receiving), brief masturbation, fingering, desk sex, dom/sub, edging, orgasm denial, talk of a hypothetical threesome, light spanking, sir kink

summary ✎ you surprise your husband at his new office with a gift under your dress and another under his desk. but you forgot to lock the door…

a/n ✎ hey besties, i wrote the first half at home and the second on the train so i’m sorry if it feels rushed at the end 💀 please reblog and let me know what you think 💗

“Knock knock.”

A glance up from his work was made, then a double-take. “Mrs Holland,” Tom greeted. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”

Closing the door behind you, you smiled. “I thought I would come visit, see how you’re getting on.” With that you came closer to the desk. 

The file in front of him was shut and pushed to the side. “And you couldn’t have waited for me to come home to ask that?” he teased with a smirk.

You were at his side, your fingers trailing across the desk. “I know that settling into a new place can be stressful sometimes.”

Your movements and tone felt suggestive; his head slightly turned as you stepped beside him, eyes following your fingers. “It is,” Tom slowly agreed.

“Well, since it’s my day off, I thought I could help you.” You smiled. 

“Help me? And how would you do that?”

“That was… my question to you, actually.” You bit your lip. “Do you need help with anything, Mr Holland?”

Despite the fact he was usually called by such a formal title due to his career, it always hit him differently when it came from you; his cock was almost immediately hardening. Turning to face you a little more, he leaned back in his chair and allowed his eyes to rake up and down your body. “I could use a release, now that you mention it.”

“Of course.” You sat on the desk. “Where would you like me?”

Humming, Tom rolled his chair back a little, then motioned to the opening beneath his desk. “On your knees,” that familiar smirk returned, “Where you belong.”

It was a nice, sturdy desk, and you hiked up your skirt as you slid beneath it, revealing the stockings and garter belt underneath the simple blue dress. “Yes, Mr Holland.” Your brow was raised, but you were smirking as you knelt. 

“Christ, Y/N,” he mumbled when he spotted the lingerie, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. But as soon as you settled beneath the furniture, he slid his chair back to where it was, giving you access to him. 

You took a moment to work the sleeves down and pull the dress down to bunch around your waist, showing off the blue silk and black lace bra underneath, before both hands were on his pants, undoing the button, pulling down the zip, and tugging the fabric open to reveal his cock straining against his boxers, then kissing softly along the outline. 

A quiet exhale left Tom’s lips as he pulled the file he’d been looking at earlier back in front of him, knowing it was useless to try to work while you were between his thighs, but he had to at least try.

Well, maybe not.

Regardless, the file was opened and a pen put atop it before he was sinking into his chair, eyes closing.

You worked his cock free from his boxers, slowly stroking it. It was already hard, but you liked the way it felt in your grip. This was hardly the first time you had played like this, but it had always been at home, where you being his secretary and looking after him could be played out for as long as you wanted. 

He slightly moved his chair back to see you even though you didn’t have your mouth around him yet, his eyes focused on how you were stroking his cock. “Come on, baby,” Tom breathed, pulling his dress shirt up a little, “Start sucking.”

Your lips closed around the tip, and carefully you began to work him into your mouth, inch by inch, sucking as he had asked. Your tongue flicked along the tip, swirling into the little slit, as your hands ran up and down his thighs, squeezing gently. Your eyes met his. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes briefly closing as he relished in the pleasure, though they were soon opening again to focus on you. “God, yes. I’m so glad you stopped by, love.”

You winked, your lips wrapping around the base. You started to bob your head, careful not to hit the desk, watching his expression as you swallowed around him. 

It was difficult to see you when you started moving back and forth, the edge of the desk getting in the way, so Tom opted for letting his eyes flutter shut, his head tipping back into the chair as he enjoyed what you were doing to him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he panted.

There was a knock at the door. 

Tom sat up straight in his chair, making a quick glance down at you. “Who—” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “—Who is it?”

“It’s Harrison. You were looking up the Thompson case?”

“Fuck, fuck,” Tom whispered, leaning back enough to see you. “Did you lock the door?”

You let out a soft noise to indicate no. 

“I’m—” heat rushed through him, his chest still heaving from pleasure, “—I’m, uh… I was, yeah, but, um…” Fuck, he couldn’t think straight. 

“… is now a bad time?” Harrison called. 

If he said ‘yes,’ that was a clear indicator he wasn’t alone; but if he said ‘no,’ then Harrison would come into the room. And you weren't stopping.

“… No? I don’t—I don’t kn—” Taking a sharp inhale, Tom just shook his head. “No, it’s—it’s fine.”

The door opened, and Harrison walked in. His eyes immediately locked onto Tom. “Everything all right?”

Tom shifted in his seat, quickly nodding his head. “Mhm, yeah. Everything’s fine,” he answered, though his voice was tense.

“Sure? You look like you need to adjust your thermostat,” Harrison chuckled, as he came over, the file in his hand. “Here. Everything I’ve got on Thompson and his closest men. Seems pretty open and shut, we’re looking at breaking and entering, theft and arson in our Manchester warehouse. You really don’t think the guy did it?”

It might have been funny if the room actually wasn’t much hotter than usual and Tom’s face wasn’t flushed red from pleasure. Not to mention frustration as Harrison approached. Still, Tom leaned forward a little, taking the file and setting it down. “No,” he answered, clearing his throat again as he shifted in his seat once more. “It was, uh… h-he had a—what’s it called—alibi. Made sense. Pretty—pretty sure he’s being,” god, he was squeezing the arm of his chair, “Uh, framed by a rival or enemy.”

“Man, Y/N has changed you,” Harrison chuckled. “Tom Holland giving someone the benefit of the doubt. That’s impressive.”

Tom’s other hand was on his chin, his elbow on the arm of the chair as he leaned on that side, still gripping the other. “Mm, she has,” he agreed through gritted teeth. 

You were careful just to lick him, not sucking too hard, or doing anything that would make too much noise in front of Harrison. 

Harrison paused. Then the tiniest of smirks quirked at his lips. “So, how is she? How are you getting along?” 

Great. He wasn’t leaving but apparently making fucking small talk. “She’s—she’s good,” Tom replied. “We’re, um, doing good. Really good.”

“Glad to hear it. Surprised she took you up on that offer to get her overseeing the Liverpool division in the end. What changed her mind?” Harrison asked. 

You took that moment to slowly deepthroat him. 

A slow, shaky breath left Tom’s nose as his eyes tightly shut. “You know, I have—I have no idea,” he admitted. 

“You’re probably right,” Harrison agreed. “I’m sure it took a lot of hard work with you sucking up to her to get her to change her mind.”

Meeting the blond man’s gaze, they stared at one another for a long moment. “… Meaning?”

“I’d tell you, but trying to explain it would,” Harrison’s lips quirked, “be a mouthful.”

Tom picked up the closest thing to him—a paperweight that had been a gift years ago—and chucked it at his best friend. “Get the fuck out.”

Harrison caught it, laughing, and placed it back on the desk. “Have a good afternoon, Tom. And Y/N.” With that, he rapidly left the room.

As soon as the door was shut and he was alone with you, Tom deflated in his chair with a heavy sigh, rolling back just enough to see you again. “You’re always getting me in trouble.”

You were immediately rapidly bobbing your head and sucking, your eyes fixed on his, your hands leaving his thighs to pull your bra down just enough that when you lifted your arms again, the cups pushed up your bare breasts. 

The constant stimulation the entire time you’d been between his legs had allowed a small amount of heat to build at the base of his spine, but you speeding up was fanning the flames of it, pulling him toward the edge. “Oh, fuck,” Tom groaned, sliding back a little more so you were able to scoot out from beneath the desk enough for him to thread his fingers into your hair.

You tapped your face, your chest, your throat, silently asking where he wanted to finish as you sucked harder. 

His eyes rolled up again as he moaned, that heat coiling tight. “I want to cum down your throat.”

Nodding, you moaned around him. One hand slid between your thighs and pushed past your underwear, starting to rub your clit so the sound wouldn’t stop. The other reached into his boxers and stroked his balls, your eyes on his as you moved your head faster. The wet noise of him in your mouth filled the room. 

“God, fuck, I’m close,” Tom groaned. The temperature in the room was hot, and he couldn’t keep his hips still as they reflexively thrusted with each movement you made. 

You took him deep, lips around the base of his cock, swallowing around him before bobbing once more. Your tongue stroked over what it could reach as your gaze was fixed on his. 

Tom was sent over the edge with a low moan, his back arching as he came down your throat. “Fuck, fuck, Y/N.”

You pulled your lips back far enough that it was easy to swallow his cum, licking and sucking, wide eyes watching his expression of ecstasy as you worked him through his orgasm. 

With a heavy breath, he nudged you off his cock. “Good girl.”

You licked your lips clean, and sat up with your breasts on his thigh, panting softly. “Did that help, Mr Holland?”

“Yes, it did, Mrs Holland,” he answered, breathless. “I feel much better now, thank you.”

“Wonderful.” You kissed the still semi-hard cock. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He started tucking himself away and buttoning his pants up, “You could convince me to leave early.”

“Hmm,” you mused. “…maybe if, if I’m… desperate enough to leave.”

“Oh? Well, I suppose I could just continue working for the next,” Tom checked his wristwatch, “Four hours. You know, instead of taking you home and fucking you into the kitchen table like I’m thinking of doing. But I guess that’s fine, too.”

You stood, the straps of your bra loose around your arms, your breasts still hanging free. “Persuade me.”

“Persuade you, hm?” One arm abruptly wrapped around the back of your thighs and pulled you against him to where you were between his legs, your lower half against his chest and his chin on your stomach as he looked up at you. “By making you desperate?”

“Mhmm,” you gasped. 

“I suppose I could do that.” The tips of his fingers trailed up the backs of your thighs, grazing along the stockings while moving between your legs. “I could also fuck you bent over my desk, too.”

“Either works,” you whispered.

“Go lock the door this time.”

You were immediately slipping away to the door and locking it, checking it to make sure, before you came back to him, your hands behind your back. 

Standing, Tom shrugged off his suit jacket and folded it in half, draping it over the back of his chair. His eyes turned to you once you were beside him, though he quickly moved some items on his desk before motioning to it. “Bend over, hands behind your back.”

Turning around, you leaned over it, spreading your thighs wide and grasping your wrists as you bit your lip. “Yes, Mr Holland.”

Tom stepped behind you, his palm pressing to your ass and pushing your dress up to your hips. Rather than removing your underwear, though, he yanked at the fabric, roughly pulling it to one side of your ass before his fingers rubbed along your folds. 

Biting your lip, you moaned softly, trying not to be too loud. The walls weren’t particularly thick, and you didn’t want anyone else knowing what was going on. 

“Think you can keep quiet?” he asked, one finger pushing into you. 

“Mmm,” you groaned. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Slowly thrusting his one finger a few times, a second was worked in after a moment, and he finally crooked them, seeking out your sweet spot. 

The brief moments you’d been touching yourself, the time you had spent under his desk, you were already wet enough that both fingers just felt good. You swallowed your moans, soft panting filling the air, and your hips ground against his touch. 

“You always get so damn wet just from sucking my cock,” Tom pointed out. “Why is that, hm?”

“I-I like b-being at, fuck, at, oh, your- your mercy!” you confessed breathlessly. 

Twisting his wrist, both fingers pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves and started rubbing just as he leaned over you, hovering, his free hand placed on the desk to hold him up. “Did you like almost getting caught?”

“N-not so much,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Oh, fuck.” 

He kept the motions slow, gently massaging your sweet spot, almost teasing. “Think you might like Harrison joining us one day?”

Your brow furrowed for just a moment. “W-wait, would y-you, fuck!” You sucked in a breath, the wet noise of his fingers audible. “Y-you would- want that?”

There was a slight shrug, his head tilting toward his shoulder as he did. “With some rules, I might. But getting to see you helpless, desperate, writhing in pleasure,” Tom’s eyes dragged up and down your body, “Would be worth it.”

“R-rules?” you gasped.

“Mm,” he confirmed, pressing a bit more firmly against your sweet spot. “No coming in you, things like that.” The pads of his fingers heated up a little. “And we’d have to tell him.”

You keened softly, your thighs trembling “You mean you would tell him, or—fuck—should I?” 

“We could do it together,” his fingers roughly ground against that sensitive bundle of nerves, “Call him in the next time you’re choking on my cock under the desk and ask him formally.”

The thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, fucked by both of them at the same time, made your whole body flood with heat. “FuckI’mgonnacum-!”

Pulling his fingers out, he clapped his hand down on your ass before standing up straight. Your body tensed up, trembling as you rode that edge, your breathing heavy and hard as you tried to keep your noises down. 

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Tom, god.” 

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered even as he was unbuckling his belt.

“Take me home, right now,” you panted. 

He paused. “I thought we were going to fuck here first?”

“I’m not gonna be able to… to keep quiet,” you whispered.

“Fuck,” he breathed, redoing his belt. “Alright, let me get my stuff. You drove here too?”

You nodded as you started pulling your underwear back in place, your body still burning hot from the denial. Fuck him and his clever fingers. 

“… we can, uh, be in here… another day,” you whispered.

Tom grunted, then quickly started gathering some files together, putting them in a bag so he could take them home. He’d be leaving work early, but that was fine; there were no clients for the rest of the day, it only consisted of going over cases and paperwork. Once he had everything together, he pulled his suit jacket on and buttoned it, then grabbed his bag. 

“Let’s go.”

Getting your clothes on, you made sure your makeup was intact, quickly reapplying some lipstick before you slid on your jacket. “Right this way, Mr Holland.”

“You’ll be the death of me,” Tom mumbled as you stepped out of his office, the door being locked behind him. And as you quickly passed the secretary, he let her know that he was leaving early, waving. “Goodnight, Jessica.”

“Night, Mr Holland.”

“Alright.” You were finally out of earshot. “Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you.”

The doors to the nearest elevator slid open, and Harrison stepped out. His eyes met theirs, lips quirking just a little. 

“Mrs Holland, Tom,” he said, nodding toward them. 

“Mr Osterfield,” you smiled politely, “pleasure to see you.”

“I’m heading home for the night, Harrison,” Tom told the other man rather than greeting him. “I’ve already told Jessica, she’s leaving in about an hour.”

“All right. You two have a good evening.” Harrison started walking away. “Oh, and, Tom?”

You were in the elevator, and Tom turned around almost impatiently. “What?”

“Don’t go flying without a license.” The blond man turned and strode away. 

Confusion washed over Tom’s face as he stared at the back of Harrison’s head. “Don’t go—what? What does that even mean?”

Your eyes glanced down, and as the elevator door slid shut, you silently reached down and zipped his pants back up. “Safety first, pilot.”

Lips parted, he looked down at himself, then at you, repeating the action a couple times. “What? How does that even make sense?”

“Your fly is unzipped,” you pointed out. “Flying?”

Tom’s nose crinkled after a few seconds, the elevator door dinging as it opened back up. “You’re lucky I tolerate this nonsense,” he grumbled before stepping out.

You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re cute when you pout.”

“I’m not pouting,” he protested with a huff. “I’m a grown man, Y/N. Grown men don’t pout.”

Taking his hand, you kept walking with him through the lobby. “Whatever you say, sweetie.” 

“Keep testing me and you won’t be coming for the next few days, darling,” Tom warned.

Despite the heat flooding your body, you grinned. “Well, you have a twenty minute drive in peace before we get home. Maybe you can, hmm, jet off to a more peaceful mindset.” 

He let out a slow breath through his nose. “A week.”

You reached the doors outside. “See you when I get home, honey.” 

“What you won’t see is an orgasm,” Tom told you in a low tone. “Which I’ll enjoy denying you.”

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Snamzjjs ok I just finish going through the blurbs for MMIH (love it btw) so ok if you’re still doing those blurbs could you do one of the first time Tom and reader have sex after she’s had the kids? Like it’s all fluffy and sensual cuz he wants to be gentle with her and make sure she’s ok and not uncomfortable cuz her body changed

Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

Passion

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, lactation kink, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

“They're asleep.” Tom says as he walks in your bedroom bare chested in just his grey sweatpants after checking up on your twins in the nursery.

“You're the best, daddy.” You snickered from inside your covers on the bed. It was Tom's idea that you say daddy and mommy in front of your babies so that it would be their first words and you were having quite some fun teasing him about that.

He shakes his head smiling and gets inside the covers pulling you closer. “Anything for you my mama bear.” He kisses you deeply, pressing you against his body and you wince. 

“What's wrong?” Tom pulls back with concern. 

“Nothing, it's just my boobs. They are killing me.”

Tom looked down at your full and round breasts. He cupped them both in his hands and started to gently massage them. “Want daddy to make you feel better, princess?”

“Yes please, daddy.” You whimpered. Tom didn't have to be told twice as he pulled down your nightdress. He didn't think you could get any more beautiful but he was proved wrong. Your body grew stunning more than ever— curvy and voluptuous. His hungry eyes feasted upon your tight swollen breasts, nipples large and darker than usual. They started to leak with the slight stimulation of cold air against your warm skin. 

Supporting a breast in his palm he closes his mouth around a nipple. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around it and the milk begins to flow, filling his mouth with your sweetness. 

You let out a soft moan of relief. That moan reaches directly down his pants as his cock thickens. You feel his hard length pressed against your stomach and reach out to stroke him through his sweatpants.

“Darling” he says hoarsely looking up at you.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t start anything we won’t be able to finish.”

You chuckle at his pained expression mixed with arousal. “I want you to finish it tonight.” You guide his hand over your soaked panties.

His breath stalls for a second. It’s been two goddamn months since you two had sex besides the few orals and handjobs. It was literally a torture because nothing compares to being buried deep inside you and hearing your loud moans of his name. “Are you sure?”  

“Yes.” you gasp when he runs a finger down your slit. “My recovery period is up, the doctor gave the clearance.” 

Heat and lust clouds his vision as he pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He moves to slide your panties down your legs. Latching onto your breast again he trails his fingers up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your delicate folds rubbing the pad of his thumb on your clit in slow circles. Your back arches when he slides in two thick fingers. A loud moan escapes from your mouth which he knows all too well. Your fingers weave through his soft curls as you grind against his fingers.

He curls his fingers inside you hitting that spongy spot and you start to cum, spurting milk in his mouth. Tom continues to rub your pussy wringing the last bit of pleasure out of you to give you the relief you needed. 

“Feel better?”

“A lot.” you pant.

When you come down from your high you push down his sweatpants along with his boxers freeing his thick and hard cock. Tom grabs himself by the head and rubs it between your pussy lips. It slides easily with how wet you are.

“Oh my god.” you moan when he strokes your swollen nub.

Slowly he pushes the tip inside you and you hiss out at the stretch. “Does it hurt?” his brows draw in with concern.

“No! Just go on.” you say urgently.

A groan escapes his mouth as he sinks inside you slowly filling you to the brim. “Shit so tight!” Your warm velvety walls feel like a hot furnace around him. “Oh God I don't think I'm going to last more than ten seconds.” 

“I feel so full, Tom. Really didn’t think it would feel this good.” you blabbered in your lust filled haze.

Tom stills inside you, slightly surprised. “You didn’t think it would be good?”

“I pushed out two babies.” you state out plainly looking down at your body. 

Tom’s gaze softens as he realizes about your insecurity with your body but he wants you to see the way he sees you— strong and beautiful who brought his children in this world. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands beside your head. “You're perfect, love.” he kisses the tip of your nose. “This pussy is perfect, so warm and wet. I'm in heaven baby.” And thrusts his hips forward to prove it to you making you both moan. 

You clench around him in response and clamp around him tighter. Tom closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths to gain some control so that he doesn't come right away. He then begins to move, setting a steady pace. Hard in, slow out, going deeper with each stroke.

Your breasts rub against his hard chest with every thrust doubling your pleasure. “I'm close.” You whisper and he crashes his mouth to your as your tongues collide against each other greedily. This is it, the love and passion you have for each other. He never felt so connected to you as he does when he is deep inside you, smelling the scent of your skin and hair, the way your legs wrapped around him as he covers your body with his. 

You cry against his mouth as both of you climax together wrapped in each other's arms. After the pleasure of your orgasms subsides Tom collapses next to you breathing hard.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.” he mumbles into the mattress. You run a hand down his spine and squeeze his ass. His dick jolts awake with renewed enthusiasm.

“Make it five.” you laugh.

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