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Tom Holland-Masterlist

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Laws and guns seven

a/n: in love with tom and y/n atm

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Tom

After our time talking to all our guests, dinner was announced. Everyone sat in their assigned place, I was sitting next to Y/n. I looked at her side profile while she kept looking at our guests. At our table were only Harrison, my brothers except for Paddy, who still had to sit by my parents, and Y/n’s childhood friend Tatiana Kelia, who kept looking at me septically. I had a feeling that she didn’t like me but that didn’t matter because the only one who needed to like me was Y/n.

Our food was delivered by Y/n’s hired chefs, their food looking delicious, I wanted to dig in but I noticed my parents chit chatted, more like demanding each other to de a speech and then my dad stood up, tapping his knife on his champagne glass. The sounds of the glass made everyone look at him.

“Hello everyone, I am Dom, or as you may know me the beginner of Holland’s mob. When I gave my son the position of being a boss, he was not taking it seriously. He was out screaming about his mob without trying to upgrade it until our lovely Y/n or his wife came into his life and she turned his whole life around. I want to thank Y/n for changing my son and the mob for the better. To Tom and Y/n.”

Everyone said our names and raised their glasses in the air, I just looked at Y/n with a smile but it quickly faded away to see her looking at her lap, picking her nails. She was nervous, the fearless character she played broke in front of a group of mobsters.

To make it seem like we were a happy couple like my dad just told everyone we were, I grabbed the leg of her chair and pulled it closer to mine, the sudden movement caused her to look at me with a confused look. I just smiled at her and she smiled back. My smile grew to my eyes. She smiled at me.

After the toast, everyone started eating their food. I was enjoying the food, it was delicious. Y/n hadn’t moved the chair so she was sitting so close to me that I could hear her breathing. I looked over at her and I noticed that she didn’t eat, she was picking at her food, moving the vegetables around.

“Are you okay?”

She looked at me after my sudden question and she just nodded looking back at her plate. She didn’t have a smile anymore on her face.

Y/n

Tom smiled at me and I smiled back. God, what was I an idiot? Why did I smile back at him? While he invited Clara, whom I know I didn’t invite, and then he had the audacity to ask me if I was okay as if he didn’t invite his mistress to our gala, as if he didn’t try to have sex with me this morning. What is his problem?

I wasn’t hungry, I was a few minutes ago before I was the strawberry blond hair I know oh so well. The blond hair that I wanted to pull because she touched what was mine. I felt a sort of jealousy towards her because she had the chance to experience getting an orgasm from Tom, she experienced how he felt under her fingertips and the more I thought about it the more I felt green inside.

Tom kept looking at me and he even put his hand on my thigh, I felt butterflies in my sex but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure that he wanted.

The tables were getting cleared and Tom just kept his hands on my thigh, I knew I should have slapped it away but his hand also gave me a sort of warmth, the one that he gave me when he slept next to me. When his hand started trailing down my body. This morning was the only thing left in my mind, I could work without thinking about his fingers, about his lips. About his touch.

People were gathering on the dance floor, I could see people smiling, laughing, and hugging each other. This gala brought people together, who hadn’t seen each other in a long time. I saw all the mafia women chatting about their new jobs and houses, while I sat watching them. I saw how Clara kept glancing at Tom, while he was chatting with Harrison.

I stood up and Tatiana followed, we headed to the dance floor, just like good old times. Times where we danced during our night during university, times where we planned on getting dicked down. Now look at us now, I was married to a man I didn’t love, I think, and she was happily engaged with a man that she loved, she had her little family of her own. The life I could only dream of.

“Y/n, lovely gala you organized. Please tell me who the party planner was?” Maria asked while coming over with the other mob women, they all looked at their best.

“It’s Clara Strange, but she is the type of woman that works for you, to fuck your husband, so I would not recommend her.”

Maria’s eyes shot open, she was shocked and I looked over to Tom to see that he was looking at us with a confused glare as if he didn’t know what we were talking about, as if he didn’t invite Clara. God, he was making me angry.

He walked over to me with so much pride and ego and all the women were looking at him, including Clara. He stood next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. I didn’t move, too angry to even feel him next to me.

The ladies left us as a couple even Tatiana left me, I looked at her with a ‘really’ face and she just smirked. His arm stayed put on my waist but his body moved so that we were facing each other. We were so close that I was I could smell the mint in his breath and I was sure that he could hear my heartbeat over the slow jazzy music.

“What’s the matter, love?” he whispered in my ear with a husky voice, the same kind of voice as this morning, the type of voice that made me wet.

I didn’t respond, I just kept swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music and Tom just followed my lead, his head soon fell on my neck and he started leaving kisses, wet kisses. My breath hitched and I could feel him smile on my neck, he started looking for my weak spots. Spots that could lead to much more than just neck kisses.

He broke away from my neck and I already started missing the way it felt, he broke away because some people began to bid their farewell and more people left and our house became more empty. Clara left without saying goodbye because she knew that I would intimidate her again. Even the cooks left so only Tom and I were the only ones in the living room.

“Why did you invite her?”

“Who?”

“Clara.”

“Was she here? I didn’t even notice.”

“Tom, don’t lie to me please.”

“Y/n, I promise I didn’t know she was here, and I didn’t invite her. She could have invited herself because she knew about this so don’t blame me, love.”

“Don’t ‘love’ me”

“Y/n, can you please stop being so goddamn stubborn,” his voice raised and he stood so close to me, so close that our lips could accidentally touch.

Tom

She was heavily breathing, her eyes shifted from my eyes to my parted lips. She stopped looking into my eyes, I did the same with her. We were so close to each other in a massive room but the air felt thickened as if there wasn’t enough air left, I wanted to lean in but I didn’t want Y/n to push me away but I was already so close to her so why ruin the chance now.

I leaned in and my whole body was on fire, a weird electric feeling went thru my whole body she from the feeling of her soft lips on mine. I just put my lips on her and she finally started moving hers, taking the lead in this kiss. My hands stayed on her waist while she finally touched me by putting her hands on my cheeks

I squeezed her waist and her mouth opened giving my tongue access to her, I slid my tongue in and she moved her hands to the back of my neck, pulling me closer than what I already was, she started making little noises, noises that instructed my cock to get hard and she finally pulled away, her lips puffy and red and her eyes stayed low, she was heavily breathing because of me, she made sounds because of me.

I picked her up and lead her to our bedroom without her sassy remarks, she accepted it, she was even kissing my neck, letting me touch her ass.

Y/n

Tom picked me up as if I was nothing, I felt so light in his hands. He kept massaging my bum and maybe it was the lust that influenced me but I really wanted him to fuck me. He put me on the floor when we arrived in our bedroom, and he kissed me again, I buried my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands were on my waist, gripping it, squeezing it, making sure that they were marks left on me.

He turned me around and kissed the back of my neck and he zipped my dress down, it was in front of the mirror, the mirror where I looked at us this morning. I stepped out of the dress and his hands were directly on me again. He took off my bra and threw it somewhere in the room. His vest followed suit. He started to suck on my neck, leaving dark spots behind, marking his territory.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes. I started removing his dress shirt, I pushed him towards the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and I sat on his lap, with nothing but black lace panties. I started grinding on top of him, his hands were back in their regular place, my waist. His hands helped you with your speed.

He turned us around, making him on top. He started kissing down my body. My breathing quickened, he stopped at the valley of my boobs, and his hands started massaging my right boob while his mouth was flicking, licking, nibbling my left nipple. I started whimpering, and he smiled. I loved the feeling of his smile on my skin.

“Sit on my face, baby.”

I was shocked but I still did what he ordered. He laid down and waited for me to sit, his head was right between my thighs, his hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. I moaned when his tongue was inside of me. His hands caressed my body, running up and down, feeling my boobs. I started to lightly rock my hips against his tongue. His name fell out of my mouth. I was so close, I could feel a not in my lower belly, he increased the speed of the movement of his tongue. I came so hard, my whole body was shaking.

“I wanna suck you, Tommy.”

He stopped moving his tongue, but I just kept grinding on it. I felt too good, he pulled me off of him and he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. He was waiting for me to get on my knees in between his legs.

We were having extreme eye contact, I could feel the lust in his eyes. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat, something that he did not even one minute ago.

“Open your mouth for me.”

And I did, he slipped his thumb in my mouth, getting me ready for his cock. I bobbed my head as if it was his cock and he smiled at me. He started taking off his dress pants, and his boxers followed suit. I was met with the sight of a very hard dick, with a pulsing red tip.

He pulled my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, and he directed my head to his cock. He was going slow at first but when he was getting closer to the edge, so he started fucking my mouth. He was going all the way in, making me choke on his cock. But I didn’t care because the way that he was moaning turned me on even more.

“Your mouth feels so good, my love.”

He pulled out of my mouth and helped me stand up, he picked me up and guided me to the middle of the bed. He leaned down to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hummed when I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took off my panties with his teeth while keeping eye contact. I didn’t think that I could have been wetter than before but he proved me wrong.

He pressed the tip to my entrance, leaning over me before he pushed his hips forward. He stared down at me as I let out a gasp while grasping his arms and holding onto him as he slides completely inside of me. He nuzzled his head in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over the place.

Once he began the increase his speed, my hand started to leave marks on his back and shoulders, I threw my head back in pleasure while he watched me. He knew that I was close to my climax by the way that I was holding onto him, the way that I was moaning. He leaned down next to my ear. He started nibbling it and just when I was having an orgasm he whispered:” I’m in love with you, Y/n Holland.” That sentence made me cum harder than ever.

Was I falling for Tom Holland, my husband?

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𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐃— 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Perhaps there’s more than meets the eye. More underneath the surface than pretty faces and rich mobsters.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, some fluff, mentions of dying, mentions of blood

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,759

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Listen close, and listen well, my dear. Because I am only going to say this once.” You sat up straighter as Josephine began. 

“There is an unruly world that we live in that involves hungry powered men. All seemingly different, yet they desire the same thing. Money, control, sex. You name it.” She walked the space in front of your chair. 

She was a prestigious woman. You could clearly understand why many respected her. She was someone who you admired. She was your mere inspiration if you must. 

“Now these men, they all rise in that higher power status. They got their luxurious houses, the fancy cars, the women that they desire after.” Josephine rolled her eyes at that. “They got it all my dear. When men have it all it becomes an easy target for us to praise them upon.” She paused and cupped your chin. “Tell me, Y/n. Why are women better suited to the con than men?” 

“Cause we’re used to faking it?” You shrugged nonchalantly. Josephine pursed her lips as she became assumed by your answer. 

“Well yes…but not quite what I was looking for.” She shook her finger in a no motion. “It all comes down to one universal truth. No man will ever believe a woman is smarter than he is. We will always be underestimated and that is what we use against them.” 

“So what does this have to do with me?” 

“You, my dear, are the key!” Josephine smiled down at you. 

“The key?” You raised your brow in confusion. “Key to what?” You turned around in your chair as she walked over to her bookshelf. 

“The key to helping me get something of mine back.” Josephine walked over with a binder. She opened it up to a certain page and held it out for you to inspect. “See that my dear?” 

“Yeah…It’s a necklace.” You muttered. 

“This isn’t just any ordinary necklace. This is the ruby red or as they like to call it the Rosette. It is very old and very precious.” Josephine caressed the picture with her hand. 

“It can’t be that old. How much is it even worth?”

“Oh, you know…about eight million.” She brushed it off as if the price was nothing. 

“Excuse me?” You gaped at her. “That’s more than enough to pay off student loans!” You trailed off suddenly feeling down. You only stole what you could conjure at certain times. It paid the bills. 

Tricking and robbing desperate and needy men who were willing to help sort out a money problem of yours just like that. You could never reach the luxury life Josephine revolved around. 

“This is insane…” You looked down at your lap. 

“I didn’t bring you here just to use your gift my dear. Though I must say, you can certainly fool any man like no other.” She chuckled to lighten the mood a bit. “I was impressed by your work. Pure talent might I say.” 

“Yeah, well once you’re left fending for yourself for so long, you tend to pick up a few things.” You muttered. It was quiet for a second then you spoke up again. “This is all I know, Josephine. This is how I provide for myself. It’s not always fun and games for me. Sometimes it’s a necessary cause, even if it may be wrong at times.” You looked at her eyes. 

“You’re special, Y/n.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Believe me, I see something in you that no one else can.” 

“Like what?” 

“Myself.” You slowly turned your head to stare at her. “I see a lot of myself in you. You remind me so much of when I was younger. You got that charm and charisma inside of you. You can do so much good with it. You can do a lot of good for yourself too.” 

“Yeah, right.” You shook your head in disbelief. 

“The only way to go is up, my dear.” Josephine patted your knee, gave you a genuine smile, then walked out the room leaving you to your thoughts. 

What have I gotten myself into? You thought to yourself. 

- 

“What do men want? 

“Boobies. To hit the back door. Wait, no! The front door. It’s either that or a threesome.” You pointed at her with a smirk. You were standing in a massive walk-in closet. Racks holding different styles, different materials as well. “Oh my god this is Gucci!” You picked up a designer handbag. 

“They want to be heroes.” She brushed off your childish answers. “There is nothing more compelling to a man than a vulnerable woman.” She walked over to you and smacked your hand, she took the bag from you. “Focus please and this is Louis Vuitton.” 

“Whatever you say, boss.” You stifled a laugh, then continued going down further into the closet. Eyeing everything you always dreamed of owning. The fanciest thing you owned was a Dolce and Gabbana cocktail dress, and even then you had stolen that. Josephine stopped talking to watch you. You gazed and observed the clothing. You radiated a child-like innocence. There was a twinkle in your eyes as you let your hand trail across each item, each material of fabrics. Josephine couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. 

“We’ll get to the make-over in a bit, can you please focus now.” Her voice was playful yet serious, letting you know that you had to listen up. “Okay, where was I…” She trailed off. You leaned back into the love seat. 

“What do men want...” You sighed and waited for her to speak again. 

“Ah yes thank you.” She pointed at you with an appreciative smile. “Vulnerability. Nothing compels a man more than a woman who is in distress. For example.” Josephine paused as she feigned upset, her eyes glazing over with tears. She pressed her fingertips to her lips as she shook her head. The sniffles that followed almost made you want to hug her. 

You had to give it to her, it was quite impressive. You slowly clapped for her performance. Josephine wiped away the single tear that was on her eyelid and went back to smiling as she was moments ago. “The more vulnerable you appear the more it will make a man want to cheer you up. They will tend to offer you nice things, and provide comfort. Trust me the more you make yourself look helpless in front of men like these, the more it will help boost their confidence and ego. No matter how big it may appear already.” Josephine rolled her eyes. 

“A man wants to do everything he can to make us, the damsels, happy again.” 

“You think they’ll fall for me?” You eyed her. A bit of doubt and curiosity lingered in the air. 

“He will, my dear.” Josephine eyed you with a smirk. 

“He?” That definitely caught your attention. 

“I think it’s time I inform you about your target.” Josephine walked over to a table that sat at a corner and picked up a manilla folder. She walked over to you and held it out for you to grab. You opened it up and briefly began skimming through the file. 

“Y/n are you ready?” You glanced up from the folder and looked her dead in the eye. 

“Yes.” 

- 

The Annual Holland Gala. A high entailed event, with rich entitled snobs. The more money you had the more important you seemed to others. In your case, you were neither, the play was to appear helpless and in need of chariting. 

Josephine really outdid herself with your look. A Louis Vuitton dress. Red as preferred, for it was the favorite color of your target. There ran a slit down the side of your right thigh. Your hair and makeup were done to the nines. As for your lips, you dawned on a darker red color shade. The heels you wore were killing your feet but damn did you feel great. As for anything else you might have forgotten about, you were feeling amazing. You certainly felt like a million bucks.

However, how you felt about yourself didn’t mask how nervous you were. Josephine had gone over the plan with you multiple times until she was sure you had it in the bag. Although she didn’t doubt for a second that you couldn’t. She knew what you were capable of. That’s why she chose you in the first place.

Your car came to a halt in front of the grand entrance. A set of steps to climb with a black carpet laid over them. It was a nice touch.

You closed your eyes and reminded yourself it was only good thoughts from here on out. A man opened your door and offered his hand to help you out. On your behalf, you were appreciative of the gesture and how chivalry isn’t dead…but realized it was probably his job. People were paid to do this kind of thing, it was normal for the elite society, but it certainly wasn’t for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled gratefully at the man who smiled gently at you. He guided you onto the first step and then let you make your way inside on your own. You were amazed by the number of people who showed up. 

You took a deep breath and walked further into the room. Many men clad in expensive suits drinking away glasses of champagne. Others with their special arm candies at their sides. With each step, your heels clicked on the tile floor. You grabbed a glass off of one of the trays a waiter was walking around with. Quickly downing it as you got it. Once you gulped it all up, you placed the empty glass on a different tray and reached for another one. Liquid courage is what they say, right?

Yet you weren’t too keen on getting full-on wasted. You had a task that needed to see its end. You read the room for a bit, eyeing each and every single man. Hoping you’d see the one you were looking for. You sighed and walked over to the bar. Taking a seat on one of the stools, you ordered a rum and coke to start yourself on. 

- 

Tom leaned against the walls that were in the far corners. His attention focused on his phone. Apart from having to make an appearance at the stupid gala he didn’t want to attend, he was going through one of the biggest deals that could increase his business even more than it already was. 

“Seriously?” Tom’s head swiveled as he saw his blonde friend approach. “Instead of mingling, you’re on your bloody phone, what would your mother say of this?” Harrison shook his head. 

“She’s not here, so she can’t say much.” Tom chuckled as he glanced back down at his phone. 

“Tom…” Harrison stared at his best friend with an unamused expression. “Come on, it’s a party. You promised you’d loosen up tonight.” Harrison crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Yeah…just let me finish this.” Tom brushed him off, continuing to type away. His phone was then snatched out of his hands. He looked annoyed. “Give it.” He motioned. Harrison pocketed the device in his slacks. 

“Nope.” Harrison shook his head. 

“Harrison,” Tom warned him with a smile. 

“Not happening, go enjoy yourself.” He motioned towards the sea of people in the room. Just as he said this the click of a gun became clear to his ears. 

“How about now?” Tom asked with a smirk. 

“Can you not be Tom, the leader of the biggest mob in all of London, for one second?” Harrison didn’t falter as he felt the gun on his abdomen. “You’re a dick ya know.” Harrison rolled his eyes as he gave the phone back to Tom. 

“I know.” Tom laughed as he opened the phone back up. “Seriously, go and ya know…find yourself a pretty girl. Get drunk for all I care, just step away from the business shit for the night.” Harrison patted his shoulder then left to go and join everyone else. 

Tom watched his right-hand man walk away. He looked back down at his messages and frowned. He sighed then pocketed his phone. He pushed himself off the wall and decided to head towards the bar instead. 

- 

Damselled and Distressed. 

The words echoed in your head. Just as you were about to pay the bartender for the drink a body slid onto the stool right next to yours. In the corner of your eyes, you noticed a hint of brown curls. 

“Can I get a pale ale, thanks.” The man nodded and went down to the bar to retrieve his drink. The bartender popped the lid off the beer and handed it over to the person next to you. He was quick to tip the bartender a generous amount. The guy with his now paid beer turned around in his seat to look at the crowd of people. His back was to the bar. The bartender then looked at you expectantly. 

“The drinks don’t come free, miss.” He chuckled lightly. 

“Well of course not.” You chuckled along with him. You smiled then pulled out your handbag to get your money. You furrowed your brows for show and you moved things around. “Uh…” You lightly looked up to the bartender with an uneasy smile. “Just give me a second.” You frantically started taking things out of your bag. “My money’s gone!” You panic. “I must’ve left my cash on my nightstand.” You frowned. You accepted the fact that you couldn’t pay and nodded towards the bartender to take your drink. 

The bartender nodded slowly and right as he was reaching out for the glass. A few bills of cash were placed in front of you and the bartender. Your eyes followed the arm that was extended out with the cash up to the face of your savior. 

“It’s on me, love.” The melodious voice was music to your ears. He threw you a dazzling smile, one that seemed to reach his eyes. “I believe the lady would love her drink back.” He said to the bartender. 

The guy nodded at him and placed your glass back down. The bartender grabbed the bills getting ready to hand a few of them back. 

“Keep it.” The man next to you put his hand up. A smile and a simple thank you followed suit. 

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man. “My hero.” You giggled. 

“Don’t mention it, love.” He turned and took a sip of his beer. You furrowed your brows as you thought he’d want to keep the conversation going. You caressed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Quite the party huh?” You began half-heartedly laughing. 

“Not quite my scene.” 

“And why is that? Too many snobby rich folks for you to handle?” As you said that a small smile peaked its way onto his lips. You had him right where you wanted. 

“I’m Tom.” He smiled at you and extended his hand out for you to shake. You placed yours in his. 

“Y/n.” 

“Beautiful name, love.” Heat rose to your cheeks. You looked up and noticed how his attention was solemnly on you now. You were really in for it tonight. 

“So Y/n.” He smiled. “What brings you here?” 

“Well… same as everyone else.” You said seriously. You paused then continued. “Free drinks.” You giggled when he chuckled too. “Well, not so free drinks.” You lifted your glass to your lips and took a sip. “Thank you again.” Tom tipped his glass to you. He eyed you carefully as you drank from your drink. Not a sign of realization crossing your face. Surely you must’ve known who he was. The only reason many of these rich snobs showed up was because of him. 

They knew of him or knew him personally, yet they were all afraid of him. If you were here because of the same reasons as everyone else then surely you were here because you knew who he was. Then again it was rare to meet someone who didn’t know about him or the work he did. He had to admit he was happy. No worries of having someone throw hate or judgment towards him. Not having to protect another person he cared about. 

“Getting off track there Y/n, dear.” The com in your left ear spoke. You cleared your throat a bit and focused on the matter in front of you. 

“Wanna go somewhere…quieter?” You let out a small breathy laugh, acting like you were nervous. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” He smiled gratefully wanting to get away from the massive amount of human bodies whose pockets were filled with too much, but not as much as he had though. Harrison caught sight of the two of you and found Tom’s eye. Tom simply nodded his head. An unspoken conversation happening between the two. Harrison then turned back around and spoke in his earpiece.

- 

You and Tom walked up the stairs in step with each other as you reached the end of the marvelous hallway. You couldn’t help but smile. As much as you enjoyed the peace and quiet, you felt guilty for trying to rob him. 

“Here we are!” Tom opened a door to one room and let you enter first. Once he turned on the lights, you were greeted with a bedroom, larger than you’ve ever seen. 

“It’s lovely.” You looked over your shoulder as you made your way to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Glad you think so.” Tom stripped off his jacket and draped it over one of the chairs on the corner. He uncuffed his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves to his arms. He then walked to you. You stared at him wondering what he was doing. You felt your heart skip when he kneeled in front of you. You felt his hand travel up your right slit. 

“T-Tom?” You protested but he interrupted you by placing a finger to his lips shaking his head. He was telling you to be quiet, then he surprised you by leaning forward and brushing your hair behind your left ear. He took the earpiece out of your ear and turned it off. You swallowed nervously. He kept a calm and steady composure, and that honestly scared you more than anything. 

“Good now she can’t hear us! You almost fooled me there, darling.” He chuckled but his voice then grew dark and lower. “How stupid do you think I am?” He cocked his head to the side as he was towering over you. He had finally stood up and placed his hands on either side of you. 

“I don’t-” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you felt his hand run up your right leg and through the slit, right where your gun rested very closely to your core. He kept his eyes directly on yours as he slowly removed his hand that now held your gun. He then observed the gun then clocked it. You were surely done for at that moment. “How many rounds?” He kept aiming the gun past you. 

“Twelve.” You gulped. At this point, you were dreading everything. “You’re going to kill me aren’t you?” You shed a tear as you shrunk down. Tom stopped what he was doing, and stared at you for a moment. He took a seat next to you and wiped another tear from your cheek. He smiled. He smiled at you and for once you felt like he truly meant it this time. 

“No. At least not you of course.” He caressed your hair behind your ear. “It was Josephine in your ear, wasn’t it, love? She involved you in her messy business, huh?” He whispered. A sad given smile made its way onto his lips. Your silence and more tears being shed gave him his answer. “She has the tendency to break even the most innocent souls. Guess you were her next girl.” Tom avoided your gaze and brought his hand up to yours. You began to protest. 

“Josephine wouldn’t-” 

“Wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t betray you after you gave her your trust. After all she’s done for you, right?” Tom stood up and spoke out your thoughts. 

“She-” You muttered. 

“Did she promise you anything?” You kept quiet. “Perhaps a luxurious life? There is a reason as to why she picked you, I’m assuming.” He observed you. “Did she say you were special?” He waited and then you picked your head up to look at him. “There it is!” He muttered softly. “She made you feel like you were important to her.” 

“I thought-” 

“You thought if you did this one thing for her, she would be proud of you. Tell me Y/n, what was it she wanted you to steal?” You stared at him for a moment then stuttered. 

“The Rosette.” Tom’s shoulders stiffened. 

“My mother’s necklace.” He said. 

“Tom, I’m so sorry.” 

“You couldn’t have known love. At least you’re safe now.” 

“Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me.” You finally stood up. 

“This isn’t the first time Josephine has intervened in my life, darling. You weren’t the first girl she’s fooled and tricked. The only difference between you and the first girl is that you’re still alive…” He trailed off. 

“What are you–was she–was she going to kill me after this?” You looked at him scared and bewildered. “Oh…Oh my god!” Your knees gave out and Tom barely caught you in time before you hit the floor. 

“Hey look at me, my men are taking care of her, okay, she’s not going to get the chance okay. I promise. I’m not letting someone else die because of that woman!” Just as he said this, multiple bangs and shots echoed through the bedroom door, out into the hallways. Tom helped you up and stared at the door. He looked around and came up with a quick plan. 

“Do you trust me?” He held your arms and stared into your eyes. You nodded yes. He led you over to the window and you tugged at his arms immediately. “Darling, please trust me.” He pleaded. 

“I do.” You whispered as more tears shed from your eyes. 

“Come on now.” You took your heels off and got on the ledge. You gasped as you noticed how high up you were. 

“There you go.” Tom looked over his shoulder, the gunshots still going. “Alright, Y/n I need you to make it to that far corner, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

“Y-Yes.” You breathed out. trying to lean against the side of the walls as much as you could. 

“Nothing will happen to you okay, just keep going.” You nodded and slowly kept walking across the ledge. Tom closed the window and hid your heels by opening the vent on the floor and tossing them in there. Just in time for him to steady his composure and pretend he was looking out the window. The door to the bedroom was kicked open and non-other than Josephine walked in. Gun pointed at the mobster. 

“Josephine.” Tom with a monotone expression. 

“Thomas, where is she?” 

“Who?” 

“I don’t have time for games, where is she?” 

“Did you seriously have to come in guns blazing?” He averted her question. 

“Unless you want a bullet between those gorgeous brown eyes of yours, I suggest you speak.” She smiled sweetly.

“I don’t take orders from you darling.” Tom stared at her amused. 

“Eve took my orders well.” His shoulder stiffened. Josephine smirked knowing full well that did the trick. 

“Shut up.” He warned. 

“Or what, you’ll hurt me.” She laughed. “You won’t.” She tempted him. Tom didn’t hesitate to raise his gun and shoot her in the shoulder. The shot caused her to stumble back and fall. 

“You just shot me!” 

“You said I wouldn’t. You know better that to test me.” He shrugged nonchalantly. Josephine only laughed and smiled through the pain. 

“She’s on the ledge isn’t she?” She pointed at him. Tom almost let his composure slip. 

“What makes you assume so?” He tilted his head. 

“For one that’s her gun, and two her earpiece is on the bed.” She smirked. Tom silently cursed at himself. 

“You’re not going to get to her, Josephine.” Tom stood protective over the window 

“Trying to make up for the loss of your girl by saving another one? This isn’t going to bring Eve back. A bullet to the skull can cause some serious brain damage. Let alone kill someone instantly.” She chuckled. “Remember that?” 

“Everyday.” He admitted. 

“Good.” She shot him in the lower abdomen and walked over to the window. Tom fell and clutched his now bleeding wound. She opened it up and right as she stuck her head out, you had rounded the corner just like Tom asked you to. You were nowhere in sight for Josephine to see you. Josephine cursed out loud and looked back at Tom. 

“Oh sweetie, cheer up, this is what you’ve been waiting for! You finally get to be with Eve.” She patted his cheek and left the room passing all the bodies of his dead men. This isn’t at all what he wanted. He waited a couple seconds then pushed himself to get up and struggled. He maneuvered over to the window and called out your name. 

“Y/n!” He rasped out as loud as he could. You peered around the corner and saw him. You sighed and slowly made your way back to the window. It took you a few minutes, but it wasn’t as bad. Once you reached the window Tom immediately pulled you in and closed it. He wrapped his arms around you. His back facing the closed window and yours facing the door. You pulled apart and smiled gently at him. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek, red tainting your skin from his wounds. He winced, knees buckling as he fell. You held him upright as best as you could.

“T-Tom?” You gasped when you finally noticed his bloody shirt. “Oh my god!” You cried out as you tried setting him down gently. You lowered him on the floor into a sitting position with his legs sprawled out. You kneeled right in front of him putting as much pressure as you could to his wound. He groaned out in pain. 

“I have to put pressure on it, okay? Just stay with me Tom, stay with-” You whined. Two shots that rang out before Tom realized what was wrong. Your mouth opened ajar. Your hands on Tom’s abdomen eased up with the pressure. You slowly glanced down seeing the two wounds begin to release blood from your stomach. The blood made your dress appear even darker than it already was. Tom had followed your eyes and cried out as he saw your two gunshot wounds. 

“N-No…” He croaked out as tears formed in his eyes. A broken sob emitting past his lips. 

“Tom...” You whined then slowly felt forward on top of his lap. Your head hitting his chest. Another three shots rang out which had him closing his eyes and flinching. He heard a body hit the floor and opened his eyes. There in front of him stood Harrison towering over a dead Josephine. He lowered his gun and hurried over to the two of you. Tom broke down then and there. 

“Help her, please!” He pleaded and cried out. He raised one of his hands cupping your face delicately. Your eyes were closed. “Y/n?” He gently nudged you. You didn’t even flinch. He cried. Never in his life has Harrison seen Tom like this. It broke his heart watching him break like this. Harrison checks you for a pulse but never finds one. He closes his eyes and lets a tear roll down his cheek. He had seen many things working for Tom, but this may have topped it all. Tom stared down at you, every ache in his body going numb.

“I promised. I promised her, Harrison.” He whined. “I can’t save anyone.” He closed his eyes as he held you tightly against his chest. “I couldn’t protect her…” He whispered. He inhaled deeply then slowly but surely let out his final breath of air. Tom grips on you released, and Harrison sheds another few tears as he watches his best friend’s head lop to the side. 

“Tom? Tom!”

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[euphoricdreamsidreamabout]

Just a memory (Mob!Tom holland X reader)

Warnings: fluff,angst

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The red wine splashed around in the glass. Above, the intricacies of the jewels and gems in the chandelier reflecting the light was blinding.He could hear the chatter around him but couldn’t seem to understand, he didn’t want to understand.

Harrison’s POV:

I saw as the red haired girl in front of me talk and laugh with the others in the room. Jane, my best friend since high school. ( Other than Tom of course). I always liked how she got along with everyone.An extrovert yet called herself the opposite just because she couldn’t confess what she felt, to the girls she liked.

“So everyone in this room has a liking towards girls?” She asked teasingly.

“Yeah shocking since you and Harry have the same type” I replied.

“Yeah well what about you, Tom? Who’s your type ?” she asked teasingly.

“Does anybody want any beer?” Tom pointed towards all of us, changing the subject, nervously looking around the room.

“Yeah I’ll take one, mate” Harry replied sensing the need to get out of this room in Tom’s eyes.

Tom went to the bar near his kitchen.

“So what’s up with him?” she asked “is he always this weird?”

“No he just needs a breather. It’s just something that happened with his partner in the past”.

“You mean the big bad cold wolf felt butterflies once ?” She pouted mockingly but I guess after looking at my eyes she understood not to joke about it and tread on dangerous waters. “I’m sorry …..” she looked at the ground.

“You have nothing to be sorry for…. Everyone is shocked when they hear his story” I said reassuring her.

“Why, what happened?” “Well once umm the Y/L/N mob and the holland mob needed to work together to bring down The Black Knives who’s leader was David Smith, Tom’s no. 1 enemy since first grade” I chuckled. “Tom and Y/N ;leader of the Y/L/N mob , were enemies once. Yet while Y/N was living here, through all the planning, the fighting, the galas, the undercover missions, the patching each other up ,they fell in love. Madly.” I smiled fondly.

“I mean I could understand why he fell in love with her, she was beautiful, a sight to see, was witty and clearly was the most smart and badass one out of all of us. Though , Tom once told me that he loved her for all of that but especially for the silliness of a child inside her.” Harry said while swirling his whiskey in the glass.

“finally after two years he proposed to her and she obviously agreed”Harrison grinned.

“But this all happened in the past , what happened to her? Where is she now?”Jane asked, mined filled with curiosity.

Tom’s Pov:

He could hear every single thing they said. Tears pooled in his eyes while his jaw clenched with anger.How were they talking about her so nonchalantly. He wished he had the power to do so.

Completely abandoning Harry’s beer he took a bottle and went outside.

The amber liquid left an intense burning in his throat. She would have prevented him from drinking the whole bottle. Her hands would have folded in front of her chest and scolded him .But he wouldn’t have listened, too distracted by her cute angry expression. Words would have flown out of her pretty lips. The lips he wanted to kiss so badly again but couldn’t .

He remembered her oh so beautiful smile. All of her witty comebacks when they still hated each other. Remembered the tears that slid on her cheeks and a mix of happiness and sadness in her eyes while she told him that there was a small being inside of her ,not knowing she was taking her last breath.

He smashed the bottle against the wall. The breeze ruffled his hair and he shivered under the touch of the necklace going through a ring. Her ring . He still remembered that day like yesterday.

Tom couldn’t believe his eyes. He swears he is seeing an angel walking down the aisle wearing a white gown and a beautiful smile right now. Tears were pooling in his eyes, the first time the mobster cried in front of so many people. He smiled back at her and said ‘I love you’ silently. She responded with the same.

Suddenly a bullet flew through the air piercing the joy in the air with dread. He saw people rush and scream . He looks into Y/N’s eyes and saw panic . Her eyes drifted downwards towards her abdomen. He followed her gaze.

Oh god please fucking no.

He ran towards her and caught her. “Oh love you’re fine completely fine SOMBODY HELP!!!”he panicked.

"Tom it's okay I'm fine" Tom knew this wasnt true she was scared too . He knew her better than she did herself.

"Y/N help is on the way please don't close your eyes, please love your the only thing i have left" Tom cried.

You smiled up at him and led his hand to your stomach "I'm sorry i couldn't take care of the little one. "

"You're pregnant?" Tom asked happy yet devastated.

"Yeah I'm sorry Tom"

"No there is nothing to be sorry of remember you wanted to make a nursery when we dreamed of having a baby, well we have an empty room we could make it there. And we also have to go baby shopping" Tom rambled on.

"Tom stop! I love you " You said and kissed him deeply with as much force you had left"I am madly in love with you Thomas Stanley Holland and please do not keep waiting for me. Live your life and fall in love and have kids . Ok? This is my order and last wish" You said smiling.

"I love you too Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N so much " Tom kissed your forehead.

Soon your eyes started closing and you took your last breath thinking about Tom

"Im sorry love" Tom sobbed into your chest. He caught a glimpse of David Smith and swore to make him suffer

That Tom did and killed him but it's didn't give him the satisfaction he thought it would. But he knew that it was time to move on . Yet one part of him will always be grateful to fate for making him meet the love of his life.

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Part 2 - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry

-Warnings: kidnapping, language, typos (sorry if I missed any, been a while since I've posted

-Words: 2.5K

Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress

Seeing him took her back, back to that night where she was beaten and tortured, begging to be rescued. The night where she lost the closest person to her. 

The one where she cried so much, she couldn’t talk for the next few days after. Maybe she could or maybe she chose not to. 

Talking entailed talking about him, her brother Parker who was supposedly dead. Reliving the memories that gave her so much joy. Trying to remember the smile that once struck his face. All that was too hard. So no talking it was.

But now, all she wanted to do was talk and scream and throw a fit as he stood 3 feet in front of her.

The brother she thought she had bid farewell to 3 years ago stood in front of her. Rosie observed the creases that adorned his face, marking his age. He was different. Parker appeared sadder and more lost unlike the last time she saw him. No longer her lively and happy brother. 

Just from the looks of his face, she could read the burden he had faced. His eyes drooped, revealing tired bags under them. And his smile seemed to have disappeared. Lost but hopefully not forgotten.

For Rosie seeing him for the first time, since that fateful night, memories came flooding back of the children they were together. 

Only glimpses, but that’s all there was. Life was always so sheltered for the both of them. Explanations wouldn’t be give as to why Tom would come home bloodied and beaten. But now Rosie was living that life.  

Someday, going to have to explain to her kids the life their mommy led. She was envious of Parker in that way. He managed to escape, but in one fell swoop losing everything he loved most.

Memories tried to make their way into Rosie’s mind but she just sat there, resolute and bound to a chair waiting for a worthwhile excuse that would never come. Parker would never understand the pain and suffering, everyone went though grieving him.

Parker honestly had no clue how to talk to Rosie. After all the years, he didn’t know if they could ever be the same kids they were. “What, no hugs for your long lost brother?” Parker quipped, stepping into the light. Highlighting all his features. “You tied me up, dumbass,” Rosie remarked. Markings from the rope imprinting on her skin. “And what for? Thought I’d run if I knew it was you?”

“I don’t know. The last thing you remember is me being dead,” Parker reminded her. “It kind of screws with peoples’ mind when the see an alive person who is meant to be dead.”

“You’re not a zombie, P. There was no point in kidnapping me,” Rosie rolled her eyes so far they almost got stuck behind her head. 

“I missed you. Is that enough? It is our birthday, for god sakes!” Parker exclaimed.

“Before I admit that I missed you too, how are you alive? Parker, we all buried you and cried over you. This entire time you’ve been alive!?!” Rosie demanded, begging for answers.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I left to keep you all safe. Carter threatened me.” Parker’s head hung low, the guilt consuming him. “Carter? He’s alive?” Rosie asked, fearful of his answer.

“No. He’s dead, I made sure of it.”

“If you knew he was dead, why did you leave?” Rosie pleaded, pushing back the tears that pricked at her eyes.

“He mentioned other mobsters willing to come out of the wood work who had intimate knowledge of a pretty penny for my head.” Parker’s voice grew low, trailing off.

“Why didn’t you just come to dad? He would’ve known what to do,” Rosie begged.

“I risked everyone’s lives once, I wasn’t going to make that a regular thing.”

“As sweet and endearing as making us think you perished in the flames, I can and have been taking care of myself.” Rosie had grown up a lot since he last saw her. No longer his timid but sweet sister, now she was a force to be reckoned with.

Grown men were said to cower at her name. Rosie had made a name for herself.

“I know, Ms. Big Shot mobster. As a matter of fact you stole my job,” Parker joked.

“Well sorry not sorry, you faked your death. What was I supposed to do, give up the crown for your burned body.”

“Yeah, yeah. Water under the bridge.”

“I think we are just about to cross that bridge now. Now, tell me what you have been doing these past 3 years.” Rosie quickly changed the subject.

***

“What the fuck do you mean Rosie is missing? She was kidnapped?” Tom thundered, as you tried to calm him down. Rubbing soft circles on his back. 

“I don’t know, possibly. All I know is that I left her at the cemetery and she told me Jared was picking her up,” Linus contributed.

“Linus you don’t know shit. I don’t understand why you left her alone in the first place. Jared, when did you speak to Rosie?” Henry inquired.

“I never did, I only received a text from her saying you were taking her out to a special birthday dinner and you would be picking her up.” Jared informed the group. 

“Can someone just figure out where my daughter is?” You pleaded.

“Yes of course Mrs. Holland, I will send out soldiers right now to look for her.”

“Thank you Jared.” You praised him as you stole glimpses of your rather distraught husband. “Tom?” You spoke, breaking his intense glare at the floorboards.

“Yes, love,” Tom’s words were almost a reflex. No thought went into them in situations like this, ones that were all too familiar.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Thinking that. I know what you are thinking and it’s not going to happen,” you tried to assure your husband but, you were just as scared as he was.

“Y/N it’s too familiar to not think of that.” Tom whispers watching you try to hold back tears. He couldn’t help himself. That night was branded into his memory. 

He already lost his son, he wasn’t about to loose his daughter as well. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, eventually it would grow easier as it did with losing Parker. But Tom knew it would devastate you, to bury your only living child. 

***

“So I loved your life story, but do you want to untie me? I know there are some people at a party thrown for yours truly that would love to see you P,” Rosie pleaded. He had already been gone for too long. 

“Rosie, as much as I would love that. I can’t risk your life or mom’s or dad’s,” Parker reminded her.

“Nothing has happened to us, we are safe and you could be too.”

“You were kidnapped today!” 

“By you. Parker! I promise you nothing will happen,” Rosie exclaimed.

“What if they don’t want to see me? I mean I did fake my death and left the rest of you to grieve.”

“Trust me, they want to see you. Now come on, how much longer do I have to pretend that I am actually tied up.”

“You got out? How?” Parker asked dumbfounded.

“I have my ways. A mobster never reveals her secrets.” Rosie quipped, winking as she revealed her unrestrained wrists.

***

“I promise you Tom, we will get her back,” Linus chirped in trying to be on good graces with you and Tom. Tom just nodded in response.

“Linus, we’ve been here before. The last time... we lost Parker. We can’t let that happen again. We need to act now. She could be dead by now,” Henry exclaimed.

“Henry, calm down. Let’s wait until we receive demands for her return. She came home last time, this time won’t be any different.” Linus tried to look on the bright side.

“You aren’t doing anything!! If 3 years ago was handled any differently Parker would still be here.”

“Henry, do I have to remind you that Rosie is the boss of a very powerful mob, she will be fine.”

“That is the love of my life, I’m not going to sit here and wait.” Henry said, quickly grabbing his keys and straight line for the door.

“Woah stop, Rosie would never forgive me if I let you go and you ended up hurt.” Linus called out, blocking the only exit.

“Get out of my fucking way, I’m a grown ass man who can save his girlfriend without help from her dumb consigliere.”

“Why don’t you sit your ass back down and let the real men handle it, mob wife,”Linus jeered.

“What the fuck did you call me?”

“A mob wife. That’s what you are. You have no idea what Rosie does, you don’t even bother. It’s clear who wears the pants in your relationship because if you were half the man I am you wouldn’t be staying at home while Rosie takes care of business. I will never understand why she is with you. You can’t offer her anything in this life.”

“First of all fuck you. Second, I bet you don’t even know she has felt someone following her everywhere she goes lately. When are you going to stop playing fast and loose with lives. When you a burying another body? It could be someone you love next time. I won’t just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. I’m going to find her with or without you.”

“I didn’t know that. Geez that girl needs to tell me things. Let’s go—“

“What’s with all the screaming?” Rosie chimes in walking through the double doors of her office, which was formerly Tom’s. 

Henry immediately dives into her arms. She is his home. Where ever she is, is where he feels the safest. Her takes in her familiar and calming scent, remembering all the reasons why he loves her. 

“Henry, I’m okay. Baby, I’m okay. Not even scratch on me. See?” Rosie whispers as Henry finally breaks away. “Everyone, I want you to meet someone.... It’s okay, come in.” Rosie waves in the mystery man with the flick of her wrist.

Everyone gasps as Parker walks through the door.

“Parker... I.. uh... you died”

“Yeah, about that.”

“We thought you were dead. We buried someone. We cried until we couldn’t anymore”

“They blew up the warehouse. How could anyone survive that?”

“You’ve been hiding from us? For 3 years?”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt any of you. Mom? Can you please say something?”

“Umm, you left us. Why? I’m too hurt words don’t mean much. I don’t know what to say.”

“Let me explain..”

“Tomorrow, I need to think about all of this. Rosie glad you are okay. Happy birthday to both of you. I’m sorry everyone but I’m going to turn in. Tom, you coming?” You asked politely, as to not offend anymore.

“Yes of course, darling. Happy birthday sweetheart,” Tom said, pressing his lips to Rosie’s forehead. “It’s good to have you back Parker, she’ll come around. Happy birthday to you too son.”

“Well, I think that is enough surprises for one night.” Henry said, turning to the door.

“Oh no party, thank god,” Rosie murmured sarcastically.

“At least pretend that you liked it. Are you coming bed?”

“That I can do, love. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So, is it as bad as you thought?”

“Worse, mom couldn’t even look at me.”

“Give her some time, she took everything the hardest. I was a close second, I was your twin after all. But mom, left everything behind, the house, her friends and even me. She wouldn’t let herself be reminded of you everywhere she looked. This is her first time back in the house since she left a year and a half ago. She only cakes because of my, I mean our birthday. Wow that’s going to be weird, I’m now a sibling again,” Rosie pestered

“Hey you were always a sibling,” Parker exclaimed hurt by her words.

“Well you pretended to be dead for 3 years, so I think I’m off the hook.”

“When are you going to stop throwing that back in my face?”

“I don’t know maybe like 10 years, 3 for years you were gone and the rest for the misconstrued grief.”

“I’m sorry, but do you think mom will ever forgive me. I didn’t know she took it so hard.”

“Yeah we all did. She will come around eventually Park. Are you going to go to bed? Your room is still your room, none of us bothered to touch it.”

“Sure sis, thanks. Happy 20th birthday.”

“Thank you, you too. Night P.”

“Good night.”

***

“Hey, I thought you would be asleep by now? What’s keeping you up?” Rosie asked, seeing Henry consumed in his books with all the lights lite in their bedroom.

“Well I realized I never gave you your present,” Henry grinned, pulling a small box from behind his back. One too big to hold a diamond.

“Ooo, gimmie gimmie.” Rosie cheered all eager. The girl was not one to turn down gifts. “Henry it’s beautiful.” There sat at white gold locket with a stenciled pattern adorning the top. 

“Anything for you love. Alright I think it’s time we turn out the lights,”

“Wait, I have something for you,” Rosie said trying to suppress her smile.

“What? It’s your birthday, you are supposed to be getting presents, not giving them.”

“Hush you, it’s something small. But holds a lot of value. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Alright,” Henry replies skeptical of her antics.

Rosie quickly rummaged through her purse, looking for his gift. She sat down and placed the item in his hands. 

“Okay, you can open now.” Rosie said, trying to keep her smile at bay.

Henry stared down at his hands as the largest grin crept on his face. Staring back at him was the pregnancy test, Rosie had taken earlier. It read, pregnant, confirming the diagnosis with two pink lines.

“Are you serious? You’re pregnant?” Henry asked, unable to keep his smile under control.

“Yes, baby. I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Oh my god we are going to have a baby. I’m so happy, I’m not even thinking about the fact that you peed on this. Come here, love.” Henry grinned, pulling Rosie into his lap. 

Rosie, in the same moment, had everything she ever wanted, a purpose with Henry, and was a hair away from screwing everything up. With their lives it wasn’t enough to just love each other. Especially not the love with little to no passion. A common goal was necessary. 

Rosie sure did love Henry, but love fades. They weren’t the same kids, experiencing the thrill of a first love. 

Then, everything was new and exciting. Just the idea of Henry’s lips places they shouldn’t be, made Rosie’s heart pump. She was completely and utterly consumed in him and he the same.

But now, life grew messy and complicated. The little things she once adored about him, only offered grimaces toppled with annoyance.

They have lost each other and their baby was just the needed answer.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Part 1 Masterlist

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Teeth {1/4}

[Warnings] Spy!Reader, Mafia!Tom Holland, Violence, Blood, Sexual Tension [Author note:] Hi guys! I've been gone too long and thought, what better way to pop in than to finish what I started? Enjoy! I write for anyone. Just feel free to send a request; with love, Loki. 692 words (Short little part one)

"Tell Carter to do it." "Y/N, Carter is a man. We need a woman to do this job, and you're our best agent available." Your boss sat behind his desk, leaning back in his seat. A slight sneer on your lips as he took a swing of that disgusting bourbon he claims is absolute gold. "So? I'm already on the job. Doing two at once could fuck up everything on both sides. I can't." You were trying your absolute hardest not to show your frustration. A two-year job put on hold for a quick intel mission? Anyone can do that. "Which is why you are no longer assigned to that job. Melissa is taking that over. So, yes, you can." He spoke without looking at you as he poured himself another shot. His 3rd one while in your presence, the next three, and he'll be slurring his words like a pig. If they could talk, that is. "What?. You gave my job to her? The job I've put two years of my time into?" By this point, you were well beyond annoyed. Even pissed off. Though you knew declining a mission wasn't on your list of things you can do.

"Yes. Now your mission is to find, seduce, and infiltrate the home of a suspected mobster. We need you to retrieve a file he no doubt has hidden. You're going to New York. Understood?" The expectant look in his eyes for you to simply obey made your eye twitch. Taking a quiet deep breath, you nod and leave the room without another word.

2 days later

Here you were, in a skin-tight dress, waiting for the man everyone knew as Tom Holland to show his face. You had gotten the intel from the agency, and they had even been oh so kind as to supply your dress for the night. It was gorgeous, you must admit; it stopped in the middle of your leg; a slit on the right side went all the way up to your hip and stopped. It was just the right amount of sexy and classy put together, the blackness of the color adding to the mysterious vibe they wanted you to deliver. Your goal is to catch his attention; this dress will do that.

It was definitely a bright night; while you stood outside looking at all the lights, everyone else was brushing past you, rushing into the club before it became too crowded, and they were forced to either finish drinking at home or travel around the city for another bar. Checking your purse, you fished out the fake ID they had given you to remain undercover and safe. Walking up to the bouncer, you flash your ID, and he surprisingly asks zero questions and steps aside so that you can enter, which provoked a sea of complaining from those waiting. Ignoring all the irritating voices, you walk in like you know what you're doing; truth be told, you honestly don't. The loud base of the music and stench of bodies writhing against each other has never been your kind of scene.

Pushing past the hands grabbing at you both on purpose and by accident, you make your way to the bar in the hope that you may end up spotting your target from the whole angle of the bottom floor it gives. Turning on the stool, you order a small glass of Bacardi. Considering you're in the rich part of town, it's a simple yet intelligent choice. Scanning the room, a hum escapes your lips, watching everyone dry humping each other because they're too intoxicated to find a goddamn bathroom or storage closet this place no doubt keeps unlocked for that sole purpose. Your face scrunches in annoyance at the fact you have to be here. That's when you feel the change in atmosphere, a suffocating stench of power and danger. You blink, trying to reign in the shaking of your hand. Frowning, you look around, trying to see if you can pinpoint the direction of the feeling. That's when you see him. Tom Holland, the man that rules New York. But wait...

Who's he with?

#tom hollandxreader #tom holland #mafia au #marvel mcu #iron man #stevebucky #steve rogers #dark bucky barnes

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42762204

SpiderWoman: Found a Way Home by BonniesFamiliar In which Tony Stark wakes up from his coma after snapping his fingers and finds that no-one can remember Penny Parker. Will he be able to find her before it's too late? Words: 295, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Hawkeye (TV 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Otto Octavius, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Mobster Kingpin, Female Peter Parker - Character, Female Otto Octavius Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Morgan Stark (MCU), Tony Stark/Stephen Strange (One sided), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark Additional Tags: I just need Peter Parker to be happy again.

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[insideofwestview]

The Hating Game mob!Tom x mob!reader Part 5

"Princess either you shoot him I do" Your crying "No no don't please" Your dad looks at you "Shoot him" You shake your head "Daddy please don't make me do this don't hurt him" Your dad looks at you with anger "He tricked you into loving him didn't he" You shake your head "You know I've always loved him I told you that I loved him" Your dad shakes his head "Kill him Y/n now" he pushes Tom to where he's on his knees "Ok" You point the gun at Tom but then shoot your dad in the chest and Harrison does the same to Stanley but in the head. Your dad falls to the ground and Tom stands up and you both walk over to his body "I told you I loved him this is on you I didn't enjoy doing this" Tom smirks "Oh by the way your daughter calls me daddy too"

Your jaw drops because your shocked Tom said that and those were the last words your father ever heard before he died. You look at Tom "Did you really-" Tom proudly nods "Yep" You shake your head while you both laugh. "I do gotta say thats a hell of a last words to hear" Harrison says you all laugh. "We'll be in the van you guys get this cleaned up" Everyone nods. On the way to the van Tom speaks up "So did you really mean everything you said" You nod "Yes" You about to walk into the van but Tom grabs your arm and spins you back. "I know I couldn't say it the night you wanted me to it was because I was scared and I'm not scared anymore I know your the only woman I'll love for the rest of my life, I love you Y/n"

"I love you too Tom" You both kiss "Would it be crazy to go to Vegas and get married I understand we just got together but I've waited my whole life for this" You shocked "Are you proposing" Tom reaches into his back pocket and gets on one knee with a ring you gasp. "Now I am, Y/n I know we just got together but I've wanted to marry you since we were kids and I understand if you want to put it off-" You cut him off "Yes, Yes I'll marry you" He puts the ring on your finger and kisses you "I never thought I would marry you the same the day I got with you" You both laugh "Neither did I until about 5 minutes ag-" You go to kiss him but he pulls away. "What's a matter" He looks at you with a look of disgust. "You kissed Stanley" You roll your eyes. "Really Tom"

"What!? I don't want to be kissing your ex-husband!" You laugh "Who knew the dangerous second most feared mobster was a big, soft dork" He walks closer to you where your back is against the car. "Who knew the dangerous first most feared mobster would ever fall in love with someone like me" You smile and Tom kisses you. "We'll leave for Vegas tomorrow night your gonna come live with me right" You smile "I can't wait for tomorrow and yes but I'm not leaving my men behind once we're married it won't be mine and yours its going to be our men and our assiant partner in crimes" Tom nods "I agree wait does that mean I get to boss Taylor around" You roll your eyes. "No you are going to start being nicer to Harrison"

"I'm nice to Harrison" You scoff "You need to be nicer there are times you take stuff out on him" You raise an eyebrow at him "Fine" You smile "Thank you" You kiss him when. "Ewww really come on really" Taylor and Harrison said that at the same time. "We're engaged @**h0l3s" Tom teases you "What happened to being nicer" You give Tom the finger. "Oh trust me the second we get home" Your eyes go wide. "Thomas! Not infront of Harrison and Taylor jesus have so dignity"

"Should I wait to tell you what his middle name is" You look at Tom confused. "What does Harrison mean" Tom shakes his head. "Thomas Stanley Holland" As soon as Harrison said that. "Oh for fucks sake" When Taylor says that you laugh. "At least this Stanley knows how to fuck" Both Harrison and Taylor make a disgust noise. "We've heard enough about Tom fucking you for one night" You and Tom laugh.

You guys go home and true to his word Tom picks you up throws you over his shoulder and runs to the house with you laughing. He sets you on the bed and kisses you. "The second I seen you walk out in this I've wanted to rip it off of you I hated the idea of any other man seeing you like this" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear "You know when he started kissing me I tried to imagine it was you the whole time but it was hard considering how bad he was." He mumbles against your neck. "Don't worry princess I'll show you what a good fuck is supposed to feel like."

#Part 5

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20. Film - Child’s Play

Year - 1988 Director - Tom Holland Cast - Catherine Hicks, Chris Sarandon Rating - 4/10 For fans of - A Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday The 13th, Halloween

What it is.

A mobster takes the soul of a child’s doll, turning a seemingly innocent birthday present into a murderous toy.

What rates it.

The concept of a doll coming to life to kill people is myth for children which this movie plays into well. The kill’s were often pretty violent and watching Chucky the doll transform more and more into a gutter rat was amusing if anything. Probably a great movie during it’s heyday but maybe the wonder was lost on me.

#child's play #chucky #horror movie #horror film #80s horror

[justapurrcat]

Hi :) your very welcome, I’m a new writer on here but I’ve read so much fanfiction of Tom Holland and Harry Holland!!! Your works do really inspire me, especially the merman one!! :) I really do appreciate that you have recognised my feedback on your work, so TYSM FOR EVERYTHING!!! For your QUESTION, for the merman one I would really love to see how everyone reacts to see a human turn into a mermaid to be their Queen! It is hot and sweet how, he would protect her! I thought it was good how the servant was like “it’s that your meal?” And Tom was like are you dumb? “That’s your future QUEEN,” Queen not food or a peasant!!! Bruh!!! I love the concept of singing for pleasure 😂 and that they are getting to know each other creatures ways. Are you interested in king of hell Tom au, or Mobster Tom au ? I’m obsessed!!! Plus prince Tom too.

You’re so nice, I can’t 😭

Oooh yes, he would be hella protective, but also kinda smug about it, I guess? Like, "Yeah, look at my wife, you peasants, I’m the only one who can eat her if you know what I mean..." hehehehe

The singing for pleasure... not to brag, but I think it was one of the best ideas I’ve ever got, I was like "Wow! I can get good ideas???" 😅

I do have a prince!Tom going on, but I’m super slow (like with everything I write), I haven’t considered King of Hell!Tom, but I guess I just need to get an idea that sparks my mind. Mob!Tom is really not my cup of tea, no offense to those who write him, but I get really uncomfortable with that scenario 😭

#xtom-darling-x17 #answered

[imincontrolofwestview]

The Hating Game mob!Tom Holland x mob!reader BLURB Tom gets Caught

You and Tom made a joke that the babies well they’re now 19 so they aren’t babies but still you and Tom call them the Fantastic Four. Currently you, Quinn, Miles, Tate and Scarlett are trying to come up with a plan on how to rescue Tom. Tom was being a stubborn asshole and wouldn’t let anyone go with him on a mission not even Harrison so now he is tied up under a stripper club well kind of the club is full of mobsters where they do their business and get lap dances. Quinn speaks up “I’m going to sneak in and pretend to be a stripper-” Miles laughs “The hell you are” Quinn rolls her eyes “I’m going to get Robert to go to a private room where we will well I’m not gonna sugar coat it we’re gonna fuck while we are fucking I’m going to get him to take me where dad is that is when everyone else comes in when you hear me say “Robert I don’t want to” you guys come in and help me kick some ass any questions” 

“What are you of all people going to be the stripper because you can’t dance“ Tate says. “Sis there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me its better that way any other questions“ Everyone shakes their head “Alright Taylor help me set up my mic please” Quinn gets into her stripper outfit and you guys are now at the club everyone is scattered around the club undercover. The lights go dark then Quinn shows up on stage and starts dancing after a minute she goes and starts giving Robert a lap dance.

*Quinn Pov*

“You keep that up I may just take you here“ Quinn smirks “Meet me in room 206 in 5“ She winks at Robert. Quinn goes to the private room and they fuck “So your a mobster right“ Robert nods “Ya“ “Rumor has it you have someone tied up in the basement but they’re probably full of shit“ He raises and eyebrow “You don’t believe it“ Quinn shakes her head “Not one bit“ He nods “Follow me“ He gets up and starts walking and Quinn smirks. He takes her to the room where Tom is tied up and it is hard for her not to gasp, cry or go try to get Tom with how bad he looks. Tom looks up and sees her and Quinn gives him the go along with it look he slightly nods. 

“So who is he“ “Tom Holland“ “What he do“ “Be an asshole but anyways besides that want to do a round 2“ Quinn gulps “Here? I-In f-front of him“ “Ya why not“ “Robert I don’t want to do that infront of him“ “You don’t have much of choice” “Robert-” “You heard me either get on your knees and suck me off or I put bullet threw your head up to you cupcake” Quinn looks at Tom then back at Robert and gets on her knees. “Good girl” She starts to suck him off. After what seems like an century he finally cums and she stands up.

“Sit down on that chair“ Quinn sits down he starts to take her shorts off. “What are you doing I told you I didn’t want to do anything with him in here” “Be quiet or you don’t get to cum” “Ok I don’t want to cum” He grabs her by her throat “I suggest you watch it and take what I give you or you’ll regret it” “Leave her alone she clearly doesn’t want you to fuck her” Tom speaks up and Robert turns around. “Shut it Holland before I put a bullet between your eyes“ Robert takes off Quinn's shorts and underwear. “You know what since you’ve been a brat get on your hands and knees“ “Just get it over with“ “What’s the sudden mood change 5 minutes ago you were falling apart on my cock“ Quinn laughs “Wow you believed that you didn’t even know where the fuck my clit is you dumbass“ “I suggest you get on your hands or knees or I’ll kill you“ She nods “Ok“

She gets her gun out and shoots him in the head along with the few men that were in there she gets her shorts and underwear on quickly then runs to Tom and gets him out of the chains. “Here’s your gun we got about 2 minutes until his men come“ They get out of there and into the van “Where the hell were you guys” Quinn says “Your mic stopped working the second you stepped into the basement” Taylor says back “Why couldn’t it have stopped working when she was going down on Robert” Miles says after he drinks the rest of his drink. “You think I enjoyed that” “Sounded like it” Quinn laughs “Your as much of a dumbass as Robert was for a while I thought he was going to figure out I was faking it” 

“Don’t feel bad sweetheart I had do the same thing on a mission it was horrible“ “Did your dad see round 2“ Everyone’s jaw drops “Dad saw-“ Tom looks at Miles “Yes“ “So not only did he see you dressed as a stripper but he also saw you go down on Robert“ Quinn rolls her eyes “Actually round 2 wasn’t that long all that happened was a BJ and him trying to finger me but dad said to leave her alone and then after that he tried fucking me but I killed him so“ Tate looks at Quinn “I’m glad I let you be the stripper I don’t think I could have fucked someone infront of dad“ Quinn drinks some beer “Trust me it was not easy“ 

“I’ve never wanted to kill someone as bad as I did in that moment” Tom says which makes you laugh “Why didn’t you just close your eyes“ “I did it was the fact that not only could I still hear it but I knew it was happening right infront of me and I couldn’t do anything about it“ “Hey at least you didn’t hear round 1 that was worse“ Miles says and Quinn nods “Ya I agree that was a lot more acting“ “There is no way that not one of those moans weren’t real” Miles says “Dude his dick was like as small as my fucking thumb and he didn’t even know where the god damn clit is” “Really did he not take Sex ed” Quinn shrugs “I guess not” “Alright can we stop talking about it please its bad enough it happened” The kids laugh while saying “Sorry dad”

Quinn’s phone rings, “Hey, ya just got done with the mission, ya I got him he’s fine, you don’t want to know, I’m telling you that you don’t because you don’t trust me it was very nasty, Ok ya fine I’ll tell you when I see you bye” Quinn hangs up and you all look at her with a confused look. “What” Miles glares at Quinn “Your never happy and you were happy who was that” Quinn rolls her eyes “Fuck off” Tate gasp “No fucking way you are dating him!? That’s where the moans were coming from I thought Miles was watching porn” Tom quickly looks at Quinn “What!?”

Quinn sighs “I’m dating another mobster he’s 20 his names Ryle Kendrick I’ve been seeing him for about 6 months now we met at that mob party a few months back” Tom looks at you and you shrug “Ok but what did your sister mean by moans” Quinn looks at Tom “Well dad you see when two people-” “I know what the fuck causes it” Taylor, Harrison and Miles laugh at Quinn. “Did you really think I was 19 year old virgin” Tom nods “Ya I was kinda hoping so” “No I lost my v card when I was 16 and to answer your question that was 2 weeks ago and that was the first time we did it together” You frown “Really I’m surprised you didn’t fuck him before” Tom scoffs

“What!? That’s what we did“ Everyone starts making disgust noises which you and Tom roll your eyes. “TMI“ Miles says “Ryle’s coming over later if you want to meet him but since I saved your ass you owe me one and I’m going to use it by you not killing my boyfriend and being nice to him“ Tom frowns “Fine“ “And dad it takes skills to get a man to moan like that even though he only last 2 seconds as it is” Tom makes a disgust face “Ew stop” Everyone laughs but Tom

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[xtom-darling-x17]

Against Heaven

Pairing - King Of Hell Tom Holland x Fallen Angel Reader

Summary - A note has fallen with an Angel, bringing heart to heart fluffy feelings but With it comes danger in the right directions!

Warnings - 18+ Angst but not with the couple, mentions of abuse but the abuse does not happen to anyone at all, smut (praise kink, female receiving, sex)

A/N - More to come with part 2, soon! There is also going to be writing on Tom Holland such as Mobster au, his characters such as Nathan Drake, Peter Parker and Arvin Russel. And finally himself. Plus Merman and Prince finale parts are coming soon. Thank you for supporting and appreciating my blog, it has been delightful for me. On another note, the mood boards are still open, if you would like one! Hope you enjoy reading this and my future works. 

Word count - 3.4K+

“Oh, my sweet Angel,” Tom brings his strong arms to cradle you, your white pale wings following you as he lifts you up. “Who left you on the floor, should be shamed!” Tom scoffs as he carries you to his warm, comfortable bed.

You enjoy the heat radiating off of Tom, his arms are like heaven except heaven isn’t warm or safe! That one is to imagine…

You close your eyes, until you feel soft, smooth silk running against your back. Sighing in content as the fluffy covers are pulled over you. But it got better because just as you thought Tom was going to walk away, he didn’t. He lifted up the covers to slide next to you, yet again cradling you like you were his.

“Are you ok, Darling?” He asks, in the most curious way. His voice is so soft like velvet, music flowing into your ears. “Mm,uh” you hummed feeling tired. you are a small, delicate Angel needing your rest when things get to stressed, Tom thought stroking his larger finger tips through your hair to relax you. Kissing your forehead, while you sleep.

Tom feels rage as he knows of heavens attic’s.. pulling you closer into his chest to warm you up.

Later that afternoon, Tom is in the throne room looking at a letter written by Heaven. Tom tuts at the poor excuse of a letter.

We sent an angel, who was no good! No longer pure but full of redness and evil. Do as you please with her, she is no good to us. Feed her to your demons if you will, better place for her. We did not harm her because we know that you will, also didn’t have the time for her pathetic excuse of a life. We have more important things to do and see. Torture her or squish her, do what you like to harm her! We would love to listen to the results of your behaviour towards the useless angel. Yours sincerely, heaven.

He rips it up for a his servant to clear it, looking the other way to a book that entails a powerful secret. Picking it up, wiping the dust off to read the pages clearly. He knew of a secret but nothing much about it, he was intrigued! Smirking at the words he read…

A particular Fallen Angel will present hell, heaven is clueless at what is to come of their actions. They will be out powered at what they thought was weak and useless. Grace of Hell will be crowned, long grace the Queen!

That is why he felt a connection when he picked you up. That is why he wants to protect and love you, Tom thinks. Bashing the doors on his way out, he comes to you just waking up from your slumber. Stretching on his bed, you give him doe like eyes. Tom reached out to stroke your scalp, you purr at his touch. He comes closer pulling you into his arms, smiling at your sounds.

“What is your name, Darling? I am the king of hell, people call me high class titles but you can call me Tom, sweetheart!” He states, feeling your soft, white wings. They are so beautiful like you. You do not feel scared, which is strange considering he is so powerful and deadly. Liking his touch, You are brave to place his larger hand into your smaller one, therefore, Tom graces you with a smile on his face, loving your touch!

“I’m Y/N, your Grace,” you explained, shyly covering your face with your kneels. Tom frowns, “please do not call me anything other than Tom or names of Your choosing.” He gently pulls your kneels away from you, “let me see your pretty face, please don’t hide from me, my love.” You comply, as Tom was pushing some of your hair back behind your ear.

You was confused as he called you his love but you let it go, “what am I doing here?” Asking another question instead. You sit up looking around the bedroom, so unfamiliar yet so comforting. Tom looks into yours eyes as you tilt your head full of curiosity.

“Yes but first As long as I am here, no one can hurt you! Understand sweetheart?” Tom sternly but softly says to you, gently kissing your forehead. You get chills down your body as his lips connect to your skin. “Yes, Tom!” You lightly breathed out, looking in bewilderment.

“That is good!,” He praise but then sighs of what is to tell to you, trying to explain simply.

“Heaven sent myself a letter. They thought considering I’m the king of this realm. I am “evil” and punish souls, which I do but not for no reason, Darling,” Tom quotes, continuing, “They stated that they gave you to hell, pacifically for me to punish you,” Tom grits his teeth, to keep his cool at just thinking how heaven has betrayed you.

You are in shock, tears in your eyes. Looking away at Tom, before he could even get another word in you ran out of the room. Not even knowing where you was going. Tom gasped, “No, darling I’m not going to hurt you,” he quickly ran straight after you, he knew that your reaction was going to be bad. Going to be somewhat scared of him too. It made him feel sick full of hatred, towards heaven the way they thought he would treat his soon to be loved Queen.

He never knew of course, that you was going to end up coming into his life. To make him feel this way, for him to cherish and hold you for a couple of times so far is the world to him! He will happily show it to you and the whole universe too, not afraid of his feelings as he once was.

He caught you just as you was going to lock a bathroom door. He wrapped his strong, protective arms around you. Comforting you with sweet nothings. “Hey, hey, hey, sh sh, I’m not ever going to hurt you my sweet, sweet girl,” he kisses your forehead, “They thought I was going to do something dreadful to you, but instead I fell in love with you, Darling,” He confesses, with a bit of hope of you loving back.

He picked your chin up to look him into his eyes. His heart broke seeing you with glossy, teary eyes “You understand, what I said! no one is going to hurt you because I will always protect and love you no matter what!” You cuddling him back tighter into his warm, toned chest smiling. He wipes your remainder tears from your eyes and cheeks.

Your breathing goes back to normal, feeling content to finally speak, “You are delightful Tom, I know you will never hurt me. I was just shocked with the information, I didn’t know how to deal with it. Sorry for running away, but you caught me in time.” You giggle, “I love you too, softy,” he puts his hand on his chest giving you a offended look, you giggle harder.

“I am not a softy, only for you,” he winked, flirty. “Do you feel a pull towards each other? Because just a few hours to a day Knowing you I feel connected like I was meant to be with you,” you asked, stating the obvious. Tom smiles at your words, Tom takes your hand guiding you back to his bedroom.

“I do too, it’s crazy but it’s wonderful what fate can do for demons and Angles like you and I!” He reply, honestly. Propping you up against his chest on his lap, wrapping his arms around you again. You purr again, Tom chuckles.

“I love your reaction, sweet Angel,” he kisses your cheek, you blush at the feeling. You lean back a bit more feeling his abs, through his thin shirt is a really good feeling.

“I’ve got something else to tell too, My Love,” That is why he calls you, My Love you thought. Tom fidgets with his rings on his fingers, you notice taking his hand to calm him. Smiling towards him to continue. 

Tom turns you around in his lap, so that your facing towards him, “Heaven or anyone does not know this yet, I’ve only just found out today too. We are fated together and I feel so grateful to have you. You are The Queen that I’ve been looking for,” Tom kisses your cheek. “will you do me the honours to be my Gorgeous, powerful Queen, My Love?” He looks into your beautiful eyes. You nodded, consenting into your fate.

Tom smiles snapping his fingers for a beautiful crown appears in his lean, slender fingers. “Just fitted for you, My Darling Queen,” He places it on your head, smiling at you. “Oh my gosh, of course Tommy,” he closes his eyes pulling you into your first kiss on the lips, passionately. His hand gently holding your jaw, your eyes closed as you kiss him back. They are soft and moulded into one another’s perfectly, like fate have said they meant to be forever.

“Pretty crown for a pretty lady,” Tom bops your nose, you giggle. “It’s heavy isn’t it,” you take it off, putting it on the table side. Tom just nods, lifting you up. “Do you want to change, beautiful,” looking at your night gown, seeing that it was still on you. “You have a whole wardrobe full of dresses, you can say when you want something new,” Tom points over, where the doors lead to your clothes. “Thanks,” you kiss his cheek.

Getting off his lap to pick out a dress. You hold up two beautiful dresses. “What do you think? This one or this one,” you ask Tom’s opinion, showing him the dresses. “Love, you can decide but if it makes you happy the red one gotta be matching,”He smiles winking, butterflies going up to your stomach. You smile wider, taking the red dress off the hanger to wear it.

“You need help? sweetheart,” You nod, he comes behind you to help you with the strings to your dress. Pulling them tighter, “is that tight enough, Princess?” “Yes, it’s good thank you,” you smile, to face Tom. You tippy toe to Kiss him sweetly on his lips. He chuckles, that your shorter than him.

“God, you look Gorgeous baby,” Tom compliments you.

You and Tom walk down the hall holding hands to the throne room, since business needs to be attended. You see that there are two thrones, one for the king and one needed for a Queen. The chairs are very high, Tom lifts you up onto your throne. “Do you like your chair?” he whispers, kissing your cheek. You giggle nodding at his silly behaviour.

“Do you want to sit on my lap, or do you want to sit in your own chair, sweetheart?” Tom questions, smirking. Your eyes lit up to the question. “I’m a sit in your lap,” you shyly, said bringing your arms for Tom to pull you back down. He chuckles, kind of knowing your answer. He sits on his throne, and lifts you up onto his lap. “There where you belong, my Queen,” he kisses your cheek, you giggle. “My king,” you whisper, smiling. “Yes, my love” Tom whispers back. “Nothing, I was just calling you My king,”you giggle, he smiles. “So precious,” kissing you.

His Dark black wings go around you as the large doors open. People, his subjects coming through to the gathering. They look up to see you on his lap, some where praised at how lovely looking you were. Some was not happy for their king. They know not to say anything unless it’s positive or their king will have their head! His subjects asking questions and business is normal, being the king of hell.

They know not to look at his Queen, as he secures his arms round you. While he listens to the enquiries, he strokes the back of your head near your neck. Watching souls for the next bit of time as subjects go out through the door but one demon always needs correcting!

Tom turns his head into the direction of the demon looking at what is his. “Respect your Queen, keep your eyes off of her you Runt,” Tom growls, you whimper as his sudden tone. The demon apologises immediately. Tom notices you are afraid, “sh, sh sweetheart, it’s ok,” he coos, kissing your cheeks, You smile.

“Do you want to go the bedroom? darling, you look tired.” Tom lifts you up, taking your hand to take you to bed. You nod, as you arrive to the bedroom. You change into Tom’s top, he smiles noticing you in his top. Stripping to just his boxers, Tom climbs into bed. He takes you into his arms, “Are you ok? Darling,” Tom asks, playing with your hair. Your laying against his chest on your back, “yes, are you?” You close your eyes so relaxed at his touch. “Yes,” Tom kisses your head.

“Go to sleep, My Love,” Tom whispers, pulling you closer. You closing your eyes, “Goodnight, Tommy,” you whisper, “Goodnight My Queen, love you so much, Darling.” Tom whispers, back kissing your forehead. “Love you so much too, Pretty boy,” you giggle, Drifting to sleep.

Tom got up next morning, kissing his beloved on the cheek. You stir, wrapping yourself into the covers more, still asleep. Tom walking down the Dark, red hallways writing a note, to heaven.

I dismiss your concerns of this Angel, sweet innocent souls are to be privileged! Up roar will bring you no greater to good of your words. You are neither good as I am, it’s disgusting how you treat your people. However, you do not need to worry about this Angel that has fallen. Yours sincerely Hell…

Tom signs the paper sending it off to his servant to send to heaven. You come through the door.. “Haz, is that you?” He turns to you wrapped up around your fluffy blanket. “Hello, Darling,” he wraps his arms around you, cooing at how cute you are. You nod, your wings fluttering as he touches you. Sensing that your protected and comfortable. He smiles, petting your head, such an innocent soul you are. You rub your face against his grinning, petting his curly locks as he did yours. “Hi, mmm your warm,” you giggle, snuggling up to him more.

“Do you not get enough heat,” Tom chuckles, you shook your head. “Your such a tease, Tommy,” you stated walking towards the door. Begging him to follow you to your bedroom. He takes your hand, you look so adorable with your blanket around you. You make him sit on the bed, you straddle him.

Locking lips so pure and heavenly, tasting such sweetness was actually forbid in heaven. It was such a sinful act before marriage, even in public or in private unless the circumstances of normal life. For instants not sex for pleasure, to full fill your needs and desires. Tom puts his hands on your waist, rubbing up and down.

You getting wet by the minute at his touch! A pure Angel doing such sinful acts makes you feel on top of the world. You grin as you rock your hip on Tom’s lower bulge in his pants. You Throw your head back a bit letting out a moan. “Mm, that’s it baby girl, that’s it moan for me sweet girl!” You let out another moan, feeling great as your wetness gets spread. Tom turns you around, so he can feel you properly. That blanket and your clothes long gone now!

You whimper as Tom drags his fingers to your needy Cunt, he slides the soaking wet thongs off of you. “Your soak darling, my needy little girl,” he kisses you, teasing with his tongue. He puts one finger in while his thumb is rubbing on your clit very lightly. “You like that don’t you pretty girl?” He asks licking his lips, smirking. You nod. “Use your words, Princess,” he corrects you.

“Yes, Tommy!” You squish your thighs together. “No, baby open your legs, let me take care of you,” He parts your legs again, while going deeper into your soaking wet pussy. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he whispers, praising you. “It feels so good Tommy,” you moan as you fuck yourself against Tom’s long, slender fingers. Tom brings his other large hand onto your tit, massaging it.

“Are you close, baby, are you going to cum for me sweetheart,” he kisses your head, finger fucking faster as you cum. “Ahhh, Tommy fuck I’m going to cum,” “cum for me darling, there is a good Angel,” he coos into your ear as you release your high. Lifting you up to sit the other way to face him, you dry hump his cock. His length being so tight underneath his boxers and trousers.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He Questions as you go down, trying to undo his trousers. “Need you,” you whimper, like you are in heat. “Baby girl, let me,” he chuckles standing up taking off his clothes. Tom takes off your remainder of clothes as you moan humping on his hard cock. “Can you fuck me now Tommy,” you grinned, at him wrapping your arms around his neck. Feeling his soft, gorgeous locks.

“I’m a going to fuck you so good, My Queen,” He says with a hint of possessive nature. You grin wider loving at how possessive and strong he can be. He takes the tip and you slowly go down with it being inside you, you moan at the feeling. “Is that ok, can I move Darling?” “Yes” you moan barely getting a word out. He thrusts up to your needy little cunt, you gasp. “Feels so fucking good Tommy,” you throw your head back and moan really loudly.

“That’s it baby, your doing so well, such a good girl, my good girl,” Tom praises you, he pounding into you quicker. “Fuck, Darling your cunt is squishing me so Fucking good,” Tom grunts, as he pulls out and goes back in again. “Aweee, Tommy,” you moan so fucking loud. “That’s it baby scream my name so the whole of heaven, knows I’m fucking my gorgeous, sexy Queen,” he growls, holding you tighter as you both come closer.

“I feel so good, Tommy fuck me, fuck me harder,” you scream in pleasure, “as you wish, Darling,” he fucks you harder even if that is possible, hitting your G spot. “I’m going to cum Tommy,” you gush as Tom hits another good spot. “I’m close too, darling, where do you want me to cum darling?” He asks, smiling. “Inside me please,” you moan, “yes, I’m going to cum inside my Queen,” Tom moaned, pumping his load into your walls. White, sticky cum dripping out of your pretty pussy. As cum filled you up it trigged your high, you release as you feel his seed.

Your faces are in bliss holding one another. “Fuck, you good Darling?” “Yes,” you get your breathe back as you both come down from your highs. Tom hugs you tighter to comfort you, because let’s face it he is really big on after care! He kisses and coos at you. Putting new clothes on the both of you, he tightens your corset just enough for it not to fall down. Kissing your shoulder, as your in-front of the mirror. “My beautiful Queen, so strong yet so precious,” he continues “you are drop dead gorgeous, love you so much My Love.” Kissing your cheek, you giggle.

Turning around his arms to kiss his lips. “Your my Handsome King, love you so much too Tommy.” You reply kissing him again, he smiles. “Are you hungry, My Dear?” He asks, holding your hand stroking it. You nod, he Leeds you to the dinning room. You being a cluster thou, tripped over your dress, nearly falling over on your face.

“Ah, fuck,” as you fall but Tom caught you in an instant with his strong, vein popping arms. You laugh at how he caught you. “Darling, you good? Please be careful,” kissing your cheek. You nod, taking his hand again. Tom pulls a chair out for you, pushing you into the table.

You see one of your favourite meals, “it looks amazing Tom, thank you,” you kiss his cheek, “your welcome, Darling,” he kisses your cheek back. You eat and laugh about different subjects, feeling so natural around Tom like you have been knowing him for years. “Your such a sweet Angel, My Love,” Tom flirts, taking your hand into his. He really does adore you, hoping to get power over heaven sometime soon!

#tom holland x reader #tom holland au #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tomhollandfan #tom holland fandom #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tomhollandkingofhell #kohtomholland #tom holland smut #my queen #my king #lovers #the fires of heaven

[silkylovey]

tom holland

😺: smut 🌞: fluff ⛈:angst

series

Laws and guns 😺🌞⛈

mob!tom holland x lawyer!y/n

SUMMARY: A deal between the two powerful mobs changes the life of a lawyer and a playboy mobster.

one-shots

Ups and downs ⛈🌞

husband!tom holland x y/n

SUMMARY: Tom has been acting suspicious and you find out why.

We'll meet again 😺

mob!tom holland x spy!y/n

SUMMARY: A fierce secret agent Y/n had an interesting history with the mobster Tom Holland. A year later, they meet afain on her mission.

Heels in one hand 🌞⛈

tom holland x you

SUMMARY: A great night leads to overthink your fear of love.

Keep your enemies closer right? 🌞⛈

spy!tom holland x spy!y/n

SUMMARY: Two of the best-skilled spies, one bed. A bit cliché

Favourite bodyguard 🌞⛈😺

bodyguard!tom holland x richgirl!y/n

SUMMARY: A wealthy girl but a bratty attitude and a bodyguard who can't stand that attitude.

requests

in which tom rejects Y/n, but he regrets it

in which mob!tom is just your best friend

blurbs

texting tom as a roadman

#tom holland series #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x female reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland au #tom holland one shot #silkylovey

[mrs-hollandstan]

Ok I’m way too lazy to write this blurb myself so imma just leave this here and you can do something with it if you want: maybe your child doesn’t entirely look like Tom & one of his men questions your child’s father in front of everybody in a meeting but Tom knows that you would never do anything like that & GOES OFF on him for insulting you & your child

OOOOOOOO

Your baby boy inherited so extra nappy hair with flickers of red and gold in it and your dad's nose and feet and your mom's eye shape. You had hoped he'd inherit the best features of Tom, and he did when it came to the color of his eyes and the fullness of his cheeks, but you and Tom had made a joke of if Fisher was truly Tom's little love. But 1. It'd been three years since that joke was made amd you both knew it was just that, a joke, and 2. No one that wasn't you or Tom was allowed to make the joke. 

"So the blueprints are-" Tom pauses, glancing up when you start into the room carrying your little one, all dressed in his footie pajamas. Tom smiles as you dump Fisher on his side, the little one giggling as Tom kisses his pudgy cheeks, 

"Time for bed. Say goodnight daddy."

"Goodnight my little monster. I love you." Tom says as Fisher giggles. You smile and lean in to kiss Tom's cheek, 

"I'll be right in darling. Just give me a minute to finish up." You nod, starting for the door before you hear one of his men mumble something about, 

"Can't believe he'd still kiss up to her." You pause, glancing back at Tom who has his hands clasped, eyes flickering from the man to you, 

"What was that Tim?" He asks. Tim glances up, 

"Oh, uh, I was just wondering how much longer you're gonna raise a kid that isn't yours? Its obvious boss. Little whore got herself caught up in this mess and drug you into it." He repeats. You meet Tom's eyes again and the hurt in yours draws him to stand, 

"Darling, go on and tuck Fisher in and I'll be right there." He tells you calmly even though a blind fury grows in his eyes. You nod, pressing your lips into Fisher's cheek, Tom smiling to digress the hurt in your eyes. He nears Tim, grabbing the back of the man's neck and smashing his face into the table. There's a murmur as everyone, shocked, moves from the crack and the rush of blood. Tom leans in, yanking the blonde's hair back, 

"You're NEVER allowed to talk about my wife or son like that. She works her ass off to provide for all of you and she's the nicest woman you'll ever meet. And that little boy has adored you assholes since he was born. Whether or not he's mine biologically is none of your business but he most definitely is. So if you wanna continue to talk out your ass, maybe that's just where I'll throw you." Tom growls. When it came to your mobster, it was never screaming and yelling, it was snarling and pure poison spitting. Tim holds his nose, gurgling his own blood as Tom gives a yank to his hair again, 

"Am I clear?" 

"Yes. Yes sir, I'm sorry." 

"Exactly. Now get the fuck outta here. You're bleeding all over my goddammit office." Tim scrambles to get away from Tom who walks back towards his chair, heart broken as he remembers the look in your eye. In that moment, he reminds himself to snuggle you extra tight when he climbs into bed and reassure you that you're perfect and you and your son mean the world to him. And then maybe tomorrow he replaces Tim.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x oc #mob!tom holland x reader #tom holland and you #tom holland and y/n #tom holland angst #tom holland au #mob au #mob!au #mob!tom #mob!tom holland #mobster!au #mobster!tom #mobster!tom holland #my writing #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs

[cornacopicimagines]

best of friends pt.2 │t.h

pairing: singledad!mob!tom holland x singlemom!reader

words: 5.7k

warnings:  SMUT, swearing, major violence, depictions of violence and blood, rough sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, dom!tom & creampie.

summary: Everything was perfect. The two-and-a-half years since they first met have been nothing but love and respect. Until, y/n comes home one night, her husband gone for the time being. It all somehow crumbles in front of her, she can't help but question it. Though this thought is nothing to what he feels in that very moment. It's pure fear and terror, a pent-up storm of worry. Their comfort zone is nothing longer alive, it was buried and left to rot. 

a/n: so. it must be said, i went through three different plots before i settled on this one. that is why this goddamn fic has taken me so long to write. This is probably the last mob!tom holland fic i'll write because bitch has a lot of other AUs that i would honestly prefer to write. enjoy! 

part 1

masterlist

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y/n waited for a moment. It wasn't long, but it was enough she had to check the clock on her wrist. 1:37am. Although she heard the snoring of Lottie, sound asleep in her bed, y/n knew otherwise. She knew that as soon as her feet hit the carpeted floor of her daughter's bedroom, the girl would shoot straight up and whine for y/n to come back. She loved Lottie with all of her heart, like all of her kids, however sometimes the precious little angels got on her nerves. Just last Tuesday is a prime example as y/n desperately fiddling with the buttons of Tom's shirt, wanting nothing more to take every inch of him while his whole operation continued below them. Just as she had popped the last latch, James called out for his father from across the house, most likely because one of the boys got hurt again from the play fighting they insisted they do. Sadly, y/n redid her husband's buttons and let him leave her widely aroused and dissatisfied.

As she watched Lottie take in her small breaths, y/n recounted the moments. She still remembers her wedding, clear as day. It was in their garden, with the trees dressed in beautiful pink silk and the flowers somehow in full bloom. No one was around, it's was secluded and perfect. It was just them, Theo and James stood side by side, their matching suits made her heart swell. Their perfectly rosy cheeks lit up as they saw y/n make her way down the grassy aisle. Though she never saw it, Tom admits that it was Theo who smacked him on the arm to turn around. To come face to face with his bride, a blushing bride that was 7 months pregnant. It was a rush of a events that y/n never quite saw occuring so early into her life. Yet, the day she told Tom they were going to be parents, he asked her to marry him. Of course, y/n organised a typical wedding after she had given birth but at that very second, every bad thing she had to live through suddenly became a single speck of sand on a vast beach. A prologue to her wonderful life ahead of her.

The door swung open slightly, though the light from outside Lottie's room was off, y/n could instantly tell who was stepping over countless dolls and plastic cars. Tom knelt at the side of his daughter's bed, just below his wife as she softly stroked Lottie's forehead. "You need some rest Sweetness," he told her quietly, watching over Lottie's snoring figure.

"I can't" y/n stifled through a yawn. Though she greatly needed to run to her bed and pass out, she refused to leave Lottie unless she knew her daughter was absolutely deep in sleep. Tom sighed, letting his forehead hit the soft linen of the bed cover.

"You need sleep, I can't look after the brady bunch by myself," Tom joked. His hand came to draw soft circles on y/n's thigh. It was nothing if not soothing to her. He could directly make out her face in the darkness, but Tom knew his wife was smiling, a low grin painted upon her fatigued face. "I'll take this shift."

y/n reached out for his face, finding it in seconds. Her thumb now matched the pattern on his cheek that Tom was drawing on her thigh. "We made a deal," it was his speciality, but he never wanted it to get this bad. "You would help Theo with his Valentine's Day gift if I could get this one to sleep."

y/n possessed many traits that Tom adored. She was empathetic, a woman of incredible wit and intelligence, had the stamina of a bull but her stubbornness seemed to be her crowing glory. Tom knew his wife as well as he knew how to count to ten. She wasn't leaving until absolute confirmation was handed to her. "Sweetness, I would prefer if you came to bed with me," he tried, the approach was simple and usually it worked.

"As much as I would adore that, I'm not going anywhere with you mister," y/n teased. Her attention focusing back on Lottie. Perhaps it was the way her eyelids seemed to betray her, closing every few seconds or if it was simply the way the mattress felt beneath her legs. Eventually though, the mixture of all of those and her husband's head laying flat on her thighs, she began to slowly creep off the bed. The pads of her feet pressed against the floor in such delicacy, y/n doubted that she even touching it. She reached out for Tom, grasping slightly at his bare bicep as she lifted herself up.

Tom caught on to his wife's movements and made sure that the path was completely clear of any of Lottie's toys. Calmly, the pair of them tip-toed out. Every move halted by their daughter's movements but eventually, the door closed and y/n was free from the little montress's grip. y/n wishes that she was more awake, more alert because even in her half sleep dazed she could make out the tight white singlet that clung to Tom's body. She reached out for him, it was the weakest of touchs. Yet, her hand fell on his shoulder and running up to the base of his neck. It wasn't sexual in any form, instead they stood in the dim light in complete silence. Watching each other feel the affected of forced insomnia.

"How am I going to get up this morning," y/n giggled as she accepted the sudden embrace from Tom. Her head finding it's way into the same shoulder she tenderly caressed seconds ago. Tom's fingers coiled around her forearm gently as the began to quietly walk to their bedroom. "Hopefully Meg will be around at that time," she sighed as the soft breeze of their room hit her face. Meg was their nanny, a woman who has been employed by Tom since James was a baby. She was a sweet old thing, a cliché of the lovely old lady in fairtales.

"She will, sadly I won't," Tom told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as they both hid themselves under the sating covers. y/n wanted to continue the conversation, she knew that Tom wouldn't be back at home until tomorrow night and for the first time, she would be in charge of everyone but she couldn't. As soon as her head hit the lavender scented pillow, she was out like a light. Tom just chuckled in return, pulling her into a soft embrace.

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y/n wasn't an idiotic woman. She has been with Tom for two and a half years; married to him for two years, she immediately knew when something didn't feel right. As her fingers gripped the steering wheel, she peered in her rear-view mirror. It was something Tom's bodyguards drive around in. The vehicle was large and bulky, looking like it a take down a building with minimum amount of speed. It was painted in the midnight black, even the widows seemed to be darkened. Like before, y/n recognised the model of the car to be a sister of the cars she would frequently have to ride in if she accompanied Tom anywhere, he thought posed even the slightest amount of danger. She knew that with every corner she took, the car would mimic her turns. y/n caught onto it in seconds, watching through Lottie's car seat and Theo's mop of hair. It didn't help that when she called Tom's head guard, he told her that he had followed her orders. To let her pick up her children to avoid the never-ending shock from the ensemble of 6'5 muscular men accompanying her wherever she went.

"Do you want us to do anything about it ma'am?" he asked through the car's speaker. y/n pondered for a few seconds. While her gut was screaming at her that this was something completely out of the ordinary, if there was any ordinary being married to a Mob boss. Her mind knew that if she did say something to him now it was no doubt find its way to Tom. He would instantly assume the worst and cancel any important deal in front of him to race home. The guard's voice pulled her out of her concentration.

"Get the house under lockdown," she ordered, for the first time she felt truly in control but as all things it was slipping. "Do not tell my husband."

"Ma'am, it is imperative that Mr. Holland know of this," the guard protested. y/n had been going through quite a rough day. She was tired, overworked and constantly around wailing children. She refused to be around another. Her jaw clenched as she pulled into their street, the car still hot on her tail.

"I don't care, Tom will not know of this," y/n snapped, peering up for a final time but to her initial surprise that car had vanished. She had no clue where the fucker had gone. "It's probably nothing," she spoke quietly. The sentence was more reassurance for herself than from him, yet he had heard her, accepted her terms and hung up.

As she pulled the car into the impressively large garage, she lets her bare forehead hit top of the steering wheel. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

"Mum," Theo called out from the backseat, "are you alright?" The boy's question was laced with genuine concern. It released whatever anxiety riddled grip had got a hold of y/n. She gazed up, smiling as she let all her negative thoughts leave her before turning to her three children.

"I am just really tired honey," she replied as she exited the car and proceeded to undo Lottie's buckled. "Not to worry, I think it is Boy's Movie Night tonight!" Both boys cheered in unison. The afternoon went on as usual. Theo and James spent the entire time with their faces glued to the screen in front of them. Squealing every time the supposed bad guys landed flat on his ass, jumping at every occasion that they could. Even if they lived in a mansion, y/n was positive that everyone in this house could hear their playful laughter.

y/n sat next to Lottie; her curly brunette hair clipped back into two adorable pigtails. Lottie was a carbon copy of Tom. Even next to her half-brother James, Lottie seemed to possess ever physical trait of y/n's husband. The smooth somehow flawless skin, the bouncy chestnut curls that y/n just knows will be her daughter's statement piece when she grows up and finally the pair of chocolate eyes that gets her father weak every time, she babbles up at him. She wondered how all of her children would look like when they get old enough to make their own decisions. While James doesn't have Tom's colouring like Lottie does, he has this glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes. Something y/n has loves about her boys, they all share this odd ball of high-energy. Theo looks exactly like y/n, her colouring and her features. Theo's look alikeness to his mother is something y/n feels is divine intervention. To show that, this is her son. Her baby boy and no one else's unless she says so.

"Ma'am" Meg's heavy Irish accent perks up. She's standing at the windows, peering through the curtains slightly. "I think you should see this," she advises before stepping away from the scene and running to grab Lottie from her highchair. y/n hesitantly waltzes over, she presents a cool face to her children, but she can feel her stomach crawling into her throat as she gets closer. y/n pulls the fabric back slightly, she prays that is it now in the early hours of the night and the light is off. It's the same car, it's now parked across the road from her house. Just outside of their camera’s visibility, the vehicle is camouflaged almost to perfection, she can still spot it. Its headlights are off and the car makes not a single sound. At first, y/n faithfully believes she is now seeing things, that her brain is so unfathomably tired it has resorted to petty tricks. That is until one of the car doors open quickly. She waits for a moment as does this figure in the car before a pair of fit hit the ground. Though it makes no clamour, it startles her. y/n doesn’t wait to meet his eyes as his head ducks under the car roof to fully meet the air. She turns around to meet Meg’s eyes, the women wear matching looks.

“Take the children into the spare room, go now,” y/n speaks softly as not to alarm her sons. Meg nods quickly, instantly holstering Lottie on her hips and shooing the boys away from the glowing TV.

She pauses until she hears the door close. It’s deafening. She turns her attention back to the scene, it’s worse than before. There’s at least 7 of them huddled around this car, pulling unknown bags from the seats. As the mystery bags hit the ground, the unknown men begin opening it. It’s filled to the brim with metal, the holsters of guns peeking through with the aid of the dim light of the streetlight. y/n refused to observe anymore, silently she alerts the guards in the house. She doesn’t even process the next second, it’s like nothing is working anymore. y/n knows what the sound is, she knows what is happening, she knows that in a matter of seconds the men have begun firing at her front landing. Killing anyone standing outside, she can feel the bullets entering their bodies.

It’s with that, y/n goes from a fast pace to sprinting. She rushes down the long halls to meet with her children. It’s feels like an eternity that she is opening doors, calling out for any of them. All the while, gunshots ring out like a bell, constant and terrible. Her phone vibrates,it send her nerves over the edge. y/n stops for a second to stare at it, Tom’s name lights up the screen. Instead of answering, her fingers lose all their function. Her phone drops from her hand and hits the floor. She wants to pick it up but her feet work against her and begin to simply pace herself away from her phone as it continues to hum against the tiles.

Finally, she reaches the room. Meg holds Lottie close to her chest, rocking the toddler back and forth as Lottie cries into Meg’s shirt. Theo and James are standing in the middle of the room. Both look like they are on their verge of tears and to be completely truthfully, so was she. Closing the door, y/n immediately wraps her arms around her sons. She feels the wet tears staining her shoulders. She feels their chests rise and fall drop as best they can.

“You boys are so brave,” she sooths, her palms rubbing circles atop their heads. Slowly, she peers up. While the gunfire continues to ring out, y/n stares at the people in the room with her. Not a single bulb is turned on, the area is pitch black, but she can still see how this if affecting the boys. How Meg clutches onto Lottie’s wailing body. “It’ll be over soon.”

“You promise,” James chokes out, he wipes his face of her blouse. y/n pressed a tender kiss to his hair. She lets a single tear escape her eyes.

“I swear handsome,” y/n tells him, but she’s not convinced by the sound of her own voice. The boys pull away from her, one of her hands reaches for their salty cheeks. “Everything will be alright, Mumma swears.”

She doesn’t want to; she wants to scream. She wants to burn the entire house to the ground. She wants to leave with her children and never come back. y/n has never felt this in her entire life. This is not only pure terror for the lives of her children but it’s uncontrollable rage. She’s being held together by a tearing material of a rubber band. Her limbs are coiled, feeling as though she has rusted in the rain. Her mind doesn’t stop, it runs as if it has never felt this wrathful freedom in its life. A million different thoughts threaten to take power, as if they should decide her next move. She doesn’t let them of course, y/n’s had practice at this, and she will not crack now.

“Meg, give me Charlotte now,” y/n’s voice is hoarse and breaking with ever vowel that drops from her lips. The old lady rushes over to y/n and hands her Lottie. The toddler instinctively wraps her arms around y/n, refusing to let go. Another 20 minutes go by, it's torture. The air seems to wash around y/n as she clings onto her children for dear life. Quietly, she pans over to Meg. The old woman looks as if she has turned from the humble baker's wife down the street to death herself. Their eyes lock, passing silent messages to each other.

I'm sorry, y/n pleads. She thinks if she spoke it aloud, it would travel barely above a whisper.

It's okay, sweetheart, Meg responded. Though the woman only truly meant the first part, y/n wanted to believe that she would have used the nickname to calm her nerves. Somehow it did.

The moment lasted for only seconds. A fleeting feeling of safety was ruined by the doorknob rattling furiously. At the speed of sound, y/n had handed Lottie over to Meg and told her to hide in the bathroom with the children. y/n heard everything, the door lock behind Meg and the muffled yelling behind the door in front of y/n. She scrambled to her feet, driving her to the wide bedside table. She threw open the doors until she landed on the one thing she never believes she's use. A small handgun. y/n didn't quite have time to question her morals at this very second in time. y/n wrapped her fingers around the handle just as the door swung open. Tears spilled as she pointed the gun aimlessly.

"Thank god," his familiar voice rang out. y/n sunk to her knees, the gun falling right from her fingertips. Tom rushed to her side; he didn't know what to say to her. He knew exactly what she was feeling, he knew whatever attempt he made at explaining the horrid situation would break his poor wife even further.

y/n studied his features in the dim light of the room as he got closer to her. She had never seen him in such a state. His hair flopping all over his face, hiding whatever panic was clearly evident over his features. More specifically, y/n watched as it became clearer. A large splatter of blood across his right cheek. She fell right into his arms, finally allowing herself to stain his shirt with her burst of weeps.

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y/n's body was on fire. The fire was nothing but pure pain. As if bugs were nesting right under skin, desperate for a gasp of air. Even the clock ticked loudly, ever noise of the hand pressed her brain against her skull. Every joint rigid in its own specific way, damaged and tight.

"Sweetness, talk to me," Tom soothed, using the towel to clean the final fragments of blood off his cheek. Her eyes squinted at him, waiting for him to do anything other than be his normal gentle self. y/n slid herself off the foot of their bed and walked to the closed door. Flashing images of the other room crossing her mind.

"I need to check on the kids," she huffed. While y/n knew Meg was laying wide away on the floor of Theo's room as all three children slept contently, she wanted to be away from him at a moment like this. She needed to not see his face. Alas, Tom's hand gripped her wrist tightly. The touch sizzled her skin, the tension elevated for a split second.

y/n whipped around to face him; Tom felt his patience slipping from him. "y/n, be an adult," he hissed.

Tom knew he shouldn't be talking to her like this, but he was at his wit's end. A candle burning to the final wax. He mentally fucked himself over when he got that stupid fucking call. Sir, your wife has informed us of an unidentified vehicle following her, it engraved itself into his mind. Tom remembers sitting at the desk, wondering if she was witnessing the same group, he had fucked over a few months ago. Deciding it could wait, Tom told them to keep his updated throughout the night. As if whatever god was up there decided to play a tortuous comedy routine with Tom, it did begin to progress. First, the car pulling up hours before his arrival. Then the major security breach and finally as they began shooting at his house, ready to slaughter anyone they found inside. Especially his family.

She watched his intently. Waiting for a further response and yet, nothing. Her anger was bubbling over. "I am an adult," she seethed at him, her fingers unwrapping themselves from the doorknob. "I make sure that my children are safe, I make it my life's mission to ensure that I am not the direct cause of those certain dangers I wish to keep them so far away from!"

She had ripped her hand from his grasp, this wasn't something she was backing away from. It was something she could fight and to which she intended to do until the very end.

The little monologue broke Tom's heart. How could she believe that he would do such a horrific thing? How could she blame him for the events that unfolded tonight? He wondered if she truly knew this was never his intention. That he never wanted his family to come under direct attack all because he made one dangerous decision.

“You don’t talk to me like that y/n,” He grumbled. The air seemed to thicken with every word, cause more distance between the spouses. It was never like this they fought like a normal couple but never with this much venom. “I don’t deserve such criticism, especially from you.”

“Why?” she pondered, she moved closer to him. Inching closer with every second. “Is it because you question my authority? Or maybe is it because I am some silly little schoolteacher who got trouble with the wrong kind of people," she moved closer with every word of the sentence, pushing her dangerously closer. It’s a risk she must take if she wants to feel any sort of release.

“Stop being so theatrical y/n, you endured something horrible, but that is what you signed up for when you married me,” the room climbed in temperature. Tom had half a mind to strip himself just to get closer to peace, but with y/n so close to his chest, he preferred to work on her. Tom can’t pinpoint what made his mind switch in directions. Maybe it was the ever-growing heat, or perhaps it was the indescribable feeling of almost losing your wife and mother of your children. Either way, Tom thoughts were growing darker. The need to bruise y/n’s skin seemed to be the only thing he could really think about. “You wanted this,” he grunted, closing in on her. “Sweetness, you agreed to this lifestyle as soon as you sunk your sweet cunt onto me.”

The vulgarity of his words caught her off guard. Her breath stopped halfway when her back almost slammed into the wall. She wasn’t giving in so easily, even if the heat from her body had swiftly travelled to the valley between her thighs. y/n turned her head away from him in any desperation to not look at him. Unfortunately, Tom caught her actions as if he knew her every move. His fingers pressed against her chin to bring her eyes back to him. Tom was worried for an instant that she would truly be too furious with him to play into his game. Luckily, her eyes betrayed her. The big doe eyes of her stared up at him, pleaded to be fucked like an animal. Slammed into until all of her rage had slipped from her conscious.

“Screw yourself Tom,” she coughed out. She was playing along, y/n knew exactly where this was heading. A tender kiss was placed upon her lips, while the action itself was soft, nothing about the kiss genuinely was. It was the ultimate puzzle piece for him.

"You want to speak to me like a bitch," Tom chuckled, "you'll get fucked like a bitch." He kicked the back of her knees harshly, causing her to meet with the floor. "On your knees and hands behind your back." She wanted to protest, she wanted to act out the little brat but like most things, her arms instinctively pulled themselves behind her. "Now, I sincerely hope I don't have to punish you further sweetness," Tom soothed as he swiftly undid the buckle of his jeans, discarding the items of clothing across the room. His throbbing cock hit the base of his stomach with a soft slap. y/n bit her lip in instinct, it had been a while, and did she wholly miss this glorious scene in front of her.

y/n leaned forward and dragged her tongue from the base of him until her lips met with the beads of pre-cum drenching him. Slowly but surely, she wrapped her lips around him. Letting him enjoy the wet cavern of her mouth for a short time. He threw his head back in unison with a beautifully quiet moan. Her eyes never left him, as she bobbed her head gradually. If she was on her knees unable to reach out and touch him, she would at least make it fun for her. y/n only quickened her pace if their line of focus connected. As soon as Tom stared directly into her eyes, she would start her movements but if he turned away to enjoy the moment, everything would stop. It went like this before Tom had quite enough of it all. Without uttering a single word, Tom wrangle his hands into her soft hair and thrusted right up into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat roughly. She gagged loudly, making an awful sound as she attempted to regain her position. He pulled away from her, only to slam right back into her mouth. Unlike her plan beforehand, as he face fucked her, his pace begins to speed up.

y/n was now struggling to hold back her ragged gags as small tears slid out of her eyes. "Pretty girl, all worked out from my cock in your mouth huh?" Tom teased as he relished in the sounds of her cacophony of broken breaths. Just as quickly as he began, he pulled away from her complete. He dropped out of her mouth with a small pop and a trail of saliva that landed on the tops of her breasts. "Get up," to which she happily obliged. As soon as y/n had regained her footing, Tom's hands had completely destroyed her pants. The loose skirt was now in two pieces at her feet, along with her favourite pair of panties. Unfortunately, she didn't even get a second to scold him before he spun her around and slammed her chest against the wall. The pain excited her, it coursed through her torso and down into her legs, causing them to spasm slightly.

Tom looked at her, in the soft moonlight she was glowing. Ass facing him, tits pressed up against the wall. Complete ready for him. Tom gave her a small kiss on her shoulder, this time it truly was meant to be tender but in typical Tom fashion. As soon as his lips left her skin, Tom plunged right up into her. His hand covering her surprised squeal. God did he miss this. Filling her tight pussy right up to the brim. Even after everything they had been through, she still fit him like a glove. Hugged him so perfectly, Tom was worried he was shot his load right into her at this very moment. Sadly, he pushed the thought away and began rocking into her; his hand still covered over her mouth.

y/n could feel every inch of his like this. She could feel just how hard he was ramming into her cunt. Her nails gripped onto the wall in front of her as she whimpered into the palm of his hand. With every snap of his hips, her worries seemed to really melt away. All the tension built up in her body being oiled as he parted her legs to reach a nook in her that she thought impossible. “Tommy, f—fuck, oh my god,” it was incoherent garble. Nonsense talk as her eyes rolled back into her head for a few seconds. His head found the valley of her neck, peppering light kisses a major difference to the rough pace he had adopted.

“What is it sweetness,” Tom gasped right into her ear. The hot air tickling her skin. His other hand gripped callously at her hip, bruising the delicate skin under his fingers. “Come on tell me,” Tom was struggling to keep himself in check. The pure sound of skin against skin as he fucked her ass filled the air, pushing him closer to ecstasy. His hand pulled away from her lips, an immediately low moan tumbled from her lips. y/n waited for her body to response to anything, everything thrown out the window every time his dick hit her perfect spot inside of her.

“Har—harder,” she strained through strings of vulgarities and chants of his name. Tom smirked at her, she caught it before he pulled away from her. Tom started to slow his movements, observing how she swallowed him whole every time he thrusted into her tight hole.

“You really want it harder sweetness?” Tom asked, he was just as desperate for a release as she was. y/n nodded her head furiously, words seeming to fail her at this instance. “Turn around,” he ordered, she swivelled around to face him. Her once neat hair now a mess of pleasure tugged strains. Her lids fluttering shut and her cheeks flushed. She looked like a Greek statue. Tom bent and lifted her over his shoulders, earning a tiny giggle from his huffing wife above him. He frantically sprinted over to their bed and promptly chucked her on it. The force knocking a bit of wind out of her.

In a flash of actions, her face had been pressing into the mattress and her ass high up in air. Tom gave it a light smack before lining up and pounding right into her. Both of them let out a soft line of curses. It had never been this intense in their entire relationship.

The room was silent. Nothing could be heard outside but inside was a different idea. Tom brought her hips down roughly onto him, matching his tattered speed. y/n’s breaths were muffled by the cover of the blanks, her hands desperate for anything to latch onto for support as he fucks her relentlessly. It a beautiful mixture of sounds. Nothing like the soft breaths and gasps on a normal night. While those still as amazing as now, this was pure unfiltered animalistic need. No feelings, just a fantastic way to blow off incredible tense steam. Tom usually adored staring at her as her face scrunched up in pleasure but something about how every time his cock rammed up into her, everything moved with his thrusts. It was memorising, as if a painting had been brought to life. y/n had lost track of time during this, so focused on the way he was able to stretch her so wide that she had completely forgot how long she had been lying here. She didn’t dwell on it for too long before the divine familiar feeling presented itself to her, dwelling at the pit of her stomach.

“Go faster, I’m going t—to come,” she pleaded, lifting her head up for only a moment before diving right back into her muffled screams. Tom growled at this, picking up his already forceful speed. While he tried, his thrusts became sloppy and jagged.

“Come with me sweetness,” he whispered to her, his fingered rubbing cathartic circles on her sensitive clit. The sensation on her bud rupturing another last piece of sanity in her body.

With a final thrust, both y/n and Tom came. A relief as both almost shouted out in absolute ecstasy, their juices mixing together in a beautiful sense of the terms. y/n’s toes curled as she felt it all, every little piece of tension, anger and lust all combine and explode inside of her. Tom wasn’t even the slightest but worried as he had been before this had begun. His sweaty forehead lay against her spine, as his wife attempted to catch her breath. Slowly he pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her. A sight he would love to have burned into his vision for the rest of his life.

“Feel better?” Tom asked her as he threw himself next to her. y/n turned to face him and for the first time that night an honest grin appeared on her face. A grin given to her by whatever relief she had received moments before.

“Much,” she replied.

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1 + 7 w mob!tom??

I hope I picked the right prompts for you, I’m sorry if I didn’t.

You were growing impatient. You were a simple woman with simple wants, and what you wanted right now more than anything else was attention from your boyfriend. You had put in a fair amount of work, taunting and teasing him in hopes that he would give you what you wanted. He, however, was a bit preoccupied with business, rolling his eyes and paying you no attention before leaving you alone at the bar. As he left, he shot you a wink, telling you to get whatever you wanted, and after three very strong drinks, courtesy of the overly friendly bartender, you were becoming antsy and slightly annoyed that your boyfriend still wasn’t paying attention to you.

You couldn’t be sure how much time had passed, searching the crowd of people at the gala for your curly-headed mobster among the masses, finding him standing beside Harrison and shaking hands with a man you’d never seen before. On any normal occasion, you likely would have been uncomfortable with the idea of approaching Tom while he was discussing business. But with a bit of liquid courage, you found yourself strutting across the floor in his direction, intent on getting his attention. Even if you had to play dirty to get it.

“Tommy,” You hummed lowly in the base of your throat, pressing a feverish kiss to his cheek.

“Darling,” He mumbled, brown eyes darkening to an almost onyx as he eyed you warily. You knew that look well. It was your warning, likely the only one he would be giving you.

“Yes, sir?” You grinned deviously, running your tongue along the tops of your teeth.

His jaw fell slack in shock at your nickname for him, one you used strictly in the bedroom and if he heard Harrison snicker from behind him, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even turn his head in his best friend’s direction. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on you, dark and dangerous, making your arms break out with goosebumps. You’d managed to push the right buttons and finally had his full attention. He smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple, though his lips were moving as he spoke to you in a low, husky voice.

“If you call me sir one more time, I’m taking you home and bending you over my desk. Do I make myself clear?” He growled, voice dripping with lust and your eyes fluttered closed on their own accord, lips parting with the dirty thoughts that flooded your mind with his promise. It was almost amusing. To the untrained eye, his gesture probably looked sweet, almost endearing as he pressed a few more kisses to your temple, pulling away and smiling warmly at you. But you could clearly see the mischief dancing behind his eyes.

“Yes...” You hesitated, debating on whether or not you should rile him up further, “Sir.” Your smirk matched his own as he gripped your wrist tightly, bidding his company goodbye before dragging you in the direction of the door.

You giggled to yourself, feeling quite accomplished as he brought you into the car, pushing you onto your hands and knees into the backseat. You squealed in a mixture of excitement and anticipation as it burned through your veins, making your thighs shake just a little. Tom chuckled darkly from behind you, and you peeked over your shoulder at him as he pushed your dress up to your hips, giving your ass a firm spank.

“What? Is someone excited? Is this what you wanted?” He growled, a powerful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his hand came down again. You yelped followed by a moan as you leaned forward, baring more of your ass to him.

“Wanted you to pay attention to me.” You whined, sighing when he pushed your panties to the side, swiping a finger through your sopping folds.

“Look at you.” He breathed, accent getting thicker the more turned on he became. “You’re soaked. Such a shame it’ll go to waste.” He teased with a grin.

“Wha-what do you mean?” You whimpered as he pulled his hand away from you.

“Awh, darling.” He cooed condescendingly at you, clicking his tongue at you with a dark chuckle. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you cum after the way you’ve been behaving tonight? You know better than that...don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir.” You stammered, knowing that you would be in for a long night.

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