HEYY! Saw Your Prompt List, Loved All The Options And Was Hard To Pick Because Youre Such A Good Writer.

HEYY! Saw your prompt list, loved all the options and was hard to pick because you’re such a good writer. However I did manage to pick one 😂 number 94 baby open the door . I mean whatever and however you wanna to write it, really, but... a little request if you can don’t have to no pressure seriously!! But maybe angst in the beginning and then end with fluff??? I’m just a sucker for cute happy endings!! Thank you 💖

my fault

a/n: thank you for sending this in and reading my prompt list XD i know it’s a really long list, so thank you looking through it… i hope you enjoy this and that it’s what you wanted, lots of love

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: foul language, slut shaming, angst, fluff at the end

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94. “Baby, open the door.”

You stood at the bar, getting yourself a Campari and soda. You were trying to stay sober tonight, especially because Tom had gotten too busy with making his acquaintance with many other mobsters, hoping to get business with them. Unbeknownst to you, there was a man eyeing you from his seat across the room. He was admiring the red satin mini dress on you, the cut drooping, slightly revealing your bust. A diamond choker rested on your neck, shining confidently. Your hair was tucked behind your ear, displaying your sharp jawline. He had brought it upon himself to approach you, believing that you were just an escort. 

“Hey, there,” the tall brunette said from beside you.

“Oh, hi,” startled, you awkwardly stood with your drink in your hands, “do I know you?”

“Not yet,” lust gleamed in his eyes, “but you will. I’m William,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N,” you politely shook his hand. You looked around for Tom, but he was no where to be seen. You needed to get away from this pervert. Wanting to excuse yourself, you tried, “Excuse me, I need to head to the ladies room.”

As you put the drink down on the counter, ready to walk away, William grabbed your hand, “I don’t think so, princess. I’ve heard that excuse many times before,” he chuckled, “sluts like you deserve to be treated the way you are treated.” His face lowered, slowly getting closer to yours.

Out of instinct you tried pushing him off, “Stop it. What are you doing?”

“Just trying to show you a good time,” he twirled a strand of your hair with his finger.

“Don’t touch me,” you hit his hand out of your reach.

“Feisty one, aren’t ya? I like that,” he practically growled, moving closer to you.

In a panic, you stepped back as much as you could, trying to push him away. 

Where was Tom when you needed him? Better yet, where were his bodyguards? 

Thinking of a quick and easy way to escape, you kicked the man in the balls, dashing for the door as he keeled over. You could hear him yelling “motherfucker” and “slut” in pain. You didn’t care for the amount of commotion you made, you just knew that you were now safe.

-

Tom had heard the man scream in pain and quickly jogged over to check on the situation.

“What happened?” Tom asked, squatting to the same height of the man.

“This slut - fuck, it hurts - she kicked me in the balls and ran,” William explained, still holding himself.

“Where’d she go?”

“Out. I don’t know where, but she just left. Probably afraid I was gonna beat her ass,” he snarled.

“What did she look like? What was she wearing?” Tom asked, ready to go hunt for this girl.

“She wore a red dress and a diamond choker,” he strained.

Tom immediately knew who it was. He told his men to call off the party, and he rushed out of the room to find you.

-

You sat on your bed, mascara running down your cheeks. Tom didn’t protect you like he promised, and now, you were left alone in your room to suffer.

You stripped yourself of the red dress and diamond choker, ripping the dress to shreds and chucking the choker to somewhere you couldn’t find. You immediately took a long shower after, scrubbing yourself raw, trying to get the man’s touch and smell off of you. You hadn’t gone through the effort of taking off your makeup, but luckily, your face wash had a makeup removing proponents in it.

Your skin was red everywhere, including your face. You had taken your anger out on yourself, mad that Tom didn’t help you, his men didn’t help you, and worst off all, you weren’t able to save yourself. Indeed you kicked the man, but you let him touch you, breathe on you, and objectify you.

You lie in bed, tears drained from your body. If someone had glanced at you for one second, they would think you were dead.

-

Tom ran to their room, trying to get the door open, but it was no use. The door was locked. He heard the water of the shower, so he waited until there was no more.

The sound of your feet dragging against the floor broke his heart. You sounded tired and he knew you were.

Lightly he knocked on the door, “Y/N/N, darling?”

No response.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, love, just please, open the door so I can make this better,” he pleaded, pushing his face up against the door.

-

Although the offer was tempting, you were too tired to respond, so you just lied there, ignoring him.

“Baby, please open the door,” his voice gentle.

Annoyed by his bickering, you dragged yourself out of bed, almost falling over on your way to the door.

You unlocked the door, allowing Tom access to the room. He immediately opened the door and got a fast glance at your face. Your face was a blazing red and the life looked drained from your eyes.

“Darling?” He was concerned, feeling guilty for leaving you alone at the party. He should’ve been more careful and, instead of trying to get business, made sure you had bodyguards to protect.

“I’m so sorry, love. I should’ve been with you and protected you from that asshole. Did he hurt you?” Tom slid in bed beside you and instinctively, you moved further away.

He didn’t take it to offense even though it hurt him. He knew you’d just when through a rough situation and no one was here to comfort you. 

“I know that you’re mad at me, but please, just tell me if he hurt or violated you in any way,” his hand reached to your arm and slowly began to stroke the raw skin. You flinched in pain, bringing Tom to a halt, “Did he do this to you?”

You shook your head, throat still sore from sobbing.

“Oh, darling, I’m so fucking sorry,” Tom couldn’t bear to watch you in pain, “it’s all my fault. I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry, love, so, so sorry,” he sobbed.

Feeling guilty, you responded hoarsely, “It’s not your fault, Tommy. You were just doing your j-,” you stopped to cough, “job,” you finished.

He handed you his water bottle, telling you to drink up.

“I’ll never leave you unguarded ever again. I will stay by your side forever from now on,” his arm wrapped around your waist, turning you to face him, and you responded to his warmth, snuggling into him.

“I know you will,” your hand gently stroked his face, “I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you, too, darling,” he leaned down, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.

admitting pt.2

a/n: bro, i dont know how i keep writing these long fics but i cant end this yet... so this turned into a series.,, please dont attack me lol... also i realize this isn’t rly like enemies, like at all... oops

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: straight up fluff, one sexual innuendo, Tom being the adorkable dorkous he is

! previous part !

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You awoke the next morning, not remembering how you got back to your room. Thinking back, you only remembered being carried by a pair of muscular arms. You reminded yourself to ask and thank whoever brought you back.

You were still in the clothes you wore the day before, so the first thing you did was take a warm shower. While you were in there, you mind wandered back to last night. Who had carried you back to your room? Was it Harry? Sure, Harry was muscular, but not that muscular. Could it’ve been Tom? No way. You felt yourself flush at the thought. 

You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off before putting on a black camisole top paired with high waisted, medium wash jeans. You added a brown, faux fur jacket to top it off. 

You could hear fumbling from the first floor of the home, so you assumed that some of the Hollands had already woken up. You decided to join and help them, being that you were already awake. 

“Morning,” you said gleefully, hopping down the stairs.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” The deep British voice rang through your ears.

Tom.

“I could say the same to you,” you threw back, admiring the defined biceps and back muscles.

“Touché,” Tom was walking around the kitchen, looking for certain ingredients. Having nothing to do, you offered, “Need any help? I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, finally turning to look at you. He looked dumbstruck. He was admiring your outfit, looking you up and down. Your curves were accentuated by the tight clothes you were wearing. He wanted to grab you by your waist and just kiss you. He shook his head, waving the thought away, telling himself to keep it together.

“So, what’re you making?” You asked, peeking at the cluster of ingredients behind him.

“Just waffles and eggs,” he said, breaking his gaze at you.

“Waffles? Why waffles? They’re literally just pancakes with muscles,” you giggled, “nobody likes to eat muscles, they like to eat the meat.”

Tom choked on his spit, coughing a bit. His ears turning a bright red and blood rushing down south.

“Oh my gosh! That’s not what I meant! Get your mind out of the gutter, you div,” this playful banter between you and Tom was new. You’ve never had a normal conversation with him. Usually, the two of you were ignoring or throwing insults at one another.

The two of you made breakfast together in peace, music softly played in the background. Neither one of you would admit to sneakily glancing at each other when you had the chance. 

“Good morning, Y/N/N. You wanna model for some of my pictures later? You can come along if you want, Tom,” Harry said, plopping onto the couch.

“Sure, sounds fun,” you answered, before snapping back, “now get your butt off the couch and come help. Even Tom, Tom, is doing some work!”

“Hey,” he chuckled, lightly nudging your arm. The reaction shocked you. He didn’t snap back like he usually would.

You heard Harry groaning in the living room before dragging himself into the kitchen to help the two of you.

“So, how many arguments have you two had today?” Harry whispered into your ear.

“Surprisingly, none. I have no idea why Tom’s being so nice to me now,” you whispered back.

“What are the two of you gossiping about? It better not be about me,” Tom said, breaking the silence.

“Heh, we would never,” Harry said, moving to grab 6 plates.

Breakfast goes by smoothly. Nikki had asked you a couple of questions, asking if you had started dating anyone or if you had a college in mind. Dom had told her to let you eat and to stop bugging you, though you told him it wasn’t any burden. After the meal, Harry dashed up the stairs to grab his camera.

“Let’s get going, Y/N. Tom, you coming?” Harry asked as he appeared from the stairs.

“Yeah, sure,” Tom blatantly replied.

“Good, you’re driving, then,” Harry tossed Tom’s car keys at him.

“Get ready for a long day, Y/N/N,” Harry cheered.

You giggled, hopping into the grey Audi R8. Harry sat in the front passenger seat, turning to face you for any opportunity of a photo. 

“Where we going,” Tom asked, selecting navigation on his car. 

“Anywhere with lots of trees and nature,” Harry said, all focus on you.

Tom backed out of the driveway, driving you to the unknown location. The light wind combined with the force of the moving car pushed your hair back. It was flowing freely in the wind and Harry took it as an invitation to take photos. You were watching the cars pass with a blur, admiring the beauty of Kingston. 

When you arrived at the destination, it was surrounded with nature. There were no parking spaces, only empty dirt patches. Tom chose a random space and parked the car there.

“It’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Wait ‘til we get in the forest,” Tom said, smirking, proud of the reaction he’d gotten from you.

Tom was right. From within the forest, it felt like an entirely different world. You roamed the space, stroking the bark of the trees, examining the variations of colors on the leaves. It wasn’t even autumn, yet these leaves were bursting different colors.

Harry was behind you, taking more pictures of you in your normal state. He let you look around for a bit before telling you to pose and take the pictures. The lighting was extraordinary, making your skin glow. None of the pictures Harry took did your natural beauty justice, but he could still sense the joy radiating off of you.

Tom, on the other hand, was standing off to the side, admiring your every angle. He couldn’t believe how attracted to you he had gotten. Within 2 years, he went from absolutely despising you to falling deeply in love with you.

A giggle fell from your plump, pink lips as you posed playfully. Tom couldn’t help but gush over you. Everything about you was perfect. 

The man was whipped and he wouldn’t admit it, not to himself or you.

! next part !

Can you do a fic where the reader just watch the Steven Universe finale and Tom is comforting them?

why

a/n: sorry this is super short. i’ve never watched steven universe so i did tros because i’ve watched that many, many times. 

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Y/N was sniffling gently, tears rolling down her face. She had just finished watching Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker for the third time, and she still couldn’t believe they killed off Ben. 

“Darling?” Tom asked, rushing into the room.

“Why?” Y/N sulked, dramatically spreading her limbs on the bed.

Tom chuckled, noticing the end credits of Star Wars rolling on the screen of her laptop, “Did you watch The Rise Of Skywalker again?”

“Yeah! How could they do something so evil? He was a good man! He saved Rey from death. Death!” She cried.

Tom snuggled into bed beside her, holding her in his arms. Her whining was muffled by his chest, and she began to calm down. 

“He’s just a character, love,” Tom whispered into Y/N’s hair.

“Ben is not just a character! He’s a man of good. His whole life was filled of pain and betrayal until he met Rey. Rey had turned him back and they killed him!” She kept complaining.

“I know, I’ve been in that position before, but-” Tom was cut off by another outburst.

“His last line was ‘ow!’” She shouted into his chest.

Chuckling once again, Tom continued to stroke her hair, cuddling her to sleep.

19, 20 and 27 from your prompt list please. Oh my god I’m so excited I love your writing and I can’t wait to see what you do with these, only if you’re comfortable of course. Love you 💕💕.

15 months, wasted

a/n: this is such a great combo!! i enjoyed writing this very much, hopefully you enjoyed reading it,,, love you too xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: infidelity (cheating), angst, fluff, harrison supports your ship with tom

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19. “You’re trembling.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

27. “You could have died.”

You happily skipped into your flat, holding a few bags in your hand. You had gone out to buy more clothes to expand to your style, but you had also gone to buy some new lingerie to surprise James, your boyfriend. 

“James, babe? I’m back,” you hollered, looking around the empty flat. You heard sounds coming from your shared bedroom. It sounded like a female moaning. Worriedly, you headed up the stairs that led to your room, “James?”

You pushed the door open, and to your horror, James was pinning another woman down to the bed. She was gasping and moaning while he pounded into her. By the looks of her state, they’ve been at it for a while.

“James?” Your voice barely a whisper.

His head snapped at the sound of your bags dropping to the ground. Tears gathered in your eyes, and you looked like you were going to be sick. 

“Y/N, I-I can explain,” he pulled out of the flustered girl underneath him, rushing over to you.

Like your feet had a mind of its own, it carried you to move fast and far from the naked figure.

“Y/N, stop,” he yelled after you, trying to grab you, barely missing your arm. He huffed, “Please, let me talk.”

You looked at his hand on your arm and ripped it out of his grasp, “No, you don’t get to talk! I should be the one talking.” Sighing, you fixed your composure, “How long? How long have you been with that - that,” you groaned not knowing what to call her. True, she did sleep with your boyfriend, but she probably didn’t know, and you didn’t want to slut shame another woman. “That girl,” you chose.

He stayed silent, looking everywhere but you. The blonde had even come out of the room, confused to your relation with him. She stayed silent, though, knowing that the two of you were talking about a serious topic.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” You yelled, faltering his helpless stance. Still, to your displeasure, he hadn’t said a word. Getting frustrated, you yelled, “Answer me, you coward!”

“9 months, alright,” he whined like a child.

“That’s great. That’s just perfect. Splendid! Amazing! Fucking stellar,” you felt like you were going insane. 15 months of your relationship down the drain, though, he was only honest with you for 6 months.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl finally spoke, “I didn’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t have slept with him.”

I gave the girl an apologetic look, for I wasn’t mad at her, I was made at the cheater I called a boyfriend.

“I’m leaving,” you pushed James to the side, racing to your car. You could hear him calling after you, but didn’t dare to leave the flat in his birthday suit.

Once you were in the protection of your car, you broke down, letting your tears flow freely. You couldn’t believe that you wasted 1 year and 3 months on that bimbo. Everyone had warned you about him, yet you believed none of them. The fault was on you.

You started the car, eyes still clouded with your tears, but you didn’t care. You needed to get as far as possible from this place. You already knew where and who you were going to go to.

You banged your fist on the scarlet red door. You were still sobbing and you eyes were shining with tears.

“Bloody hell, what the fu-,” Tom opened the door, annoyed at the persistent knocking. He saw your red, tear-filled eyes and worry washed over him, “Darling, what happened? Who did this to you?” He embraced you, letting you sob into his sweatshirt. He felt your body shaking in his hold, and whispered, “You’re trembling.”

He pulled you from his chest, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. You stepped into his house and plopped onto his couch. 

Harrison was sat on a cream leather counter stool at the bar table. He glanced at you and then to Tom. The look in his eyes were enough to expose what he was thinking. Tom simply shrugged and approached you.

He stroked your arm, “Darling, you’ve got to tell me what happened if you want me to help you.”

“James,” you hiccuped, “he ch-cheated on me.”

“That bastard did what?” Tom was absolutely furious. He knew of James’ reputation, but he wouldn’t let himself think so lowly of your boyfriend so lowly, well now ex-boyfriend. Tom sat beside you, letting you collapse in his lap. “How’d you get here?” He asked while stroking your y/h/c locks.

“Drove,” you said, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous question.

“You drove here? Y/N, that’s a 20 to 30 minute drive,” Tom sat you back up, gripping your shoulders.

“Yeah, I know, I drove here,” you replied, rolling your eyes once again.

“While you were crying?” You nodded, “That’s fucking dangerous! If you weren’t paying attention, you could’ve crashed and killed someone!” 

“Well, I didn’t, Tom. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m still in one piece,” you snapped back.

“You could have died,” he replied softly. You looked at your lap, fiddling with your hands, which he grabbed, “I’m here for you, always. Next time, call me, though, I hope there’s no next time.”

You smiled, “Alright, Tommy. I’m tired from all that crying I did, can you hold me while I sleep?”

His heart warmed, “Of course, love, anything for you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. 

Tom wrapped his big, muscular arms around your waist, laying the two of you into a comfortable position. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, and Tom followed not long after. 

Harrison watched the entire interaction from his seat. What the two of you couldn’t see was that you were perfect for each other. He had quietly gotten out of his seat and grabbed a blanket, tucking the two of you in it.

Harrison couldn’t help but smile at his two best friends holding each other.

Hey love your work ❤️ could you do another quarantine imagine where maybe the reader and Tom get caught having sex by someone in the house. These are the only things keeping me from loosing my mind in quarantine lol

this is awkward

a/n: hello! i’ve never written full on smut so this was pretty interesting… i hope it was up to your standards because i did a lot of research for this i read a bunch of smut lol… also, i change pov in this so... can you guys tell me how i can improve my smut tho?

warnings: SMUT, holy shit sMuT, cursing, Harry getting flustered af rip, bad smut writing

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Quarantine was draining everybody’s energy. There were less and less things to do as time passed. Slowly, there won’t be anymore movies or TV shows left to watch, no more puzzles to build, no new recipes to bake.

Tom and Y/N, though, they found another way to pass the time: passionate love making. They did it very often, but it was a struggle for them to keep quiet. They always found a way, though. It made the time fly by, so, like always, they did it today.

Since time wasn’t relevant, Tom and Y/N could take all the time in the world. Tom enjoyed teasing Y/N, while on the receiving end, she hated it. 

Tom stripped you of your oversized tee, leaving you in your black lace lingerie. He pushed you onto the bed, climbing over you. Gently, he grabbed your right breast, massaging it and teasing your nipple through the lace fabric. A soft moan flew from your lips, causing Tom to silence you by dominating your mouth.

“Can’t have you making any noises, ‘kay, darling?” Tom asked sloppily.

“Yes, Tommy,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said before reaching his unoccupied hand down to your panty clad clit.

He lightly circled it, purposefully moving around it. You felt a warmth travel down your body.

“Look at you,” he rubbed the dark stain on the black lace, “already nice and wet for me.”

“Please, Tommy,” you begged, thrusting your hips for friction.

Tom removed his hand from your breast. He shook his head, inserting two fingers into your mouth, “Suck.”

He continued teasing your pussy, always skipping over your clit. He began stroking your inner thigh, inching closer to your pussy with each stroke. You clenched your thighs together, trying to create friction. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to open your legs. You groaned onto his fingers.

Slowly, he pulled off the black panties. You shivered as you felt the cool air against your wetness. Tom stood between your legs, staring at your wet cunt. Embarrassed, you shut your legs once again. Tom reacted by rolling his eyes and prying your legs open.

“No need to be embarrassed, darling. I think you look rather ravishing,” he said before dipping his head into your wetness.

He licked everywhere except your bud. He inserted two fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting at an incredibly slow pace. Just as you were going to complain, his mouth moved to your clit. He sucked on the little bud, giving it special attention with his tongue and teeth. 

“You taste fucking delicious, princess,” the vibrations of his voice sent shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

You moaned loudly, and Tom halted his actions.

“What did I say?” He growled.

“I-I’m sorry, please don’t stop,” you begged, your core aching for more.

“I won’t, but if you make another sound, you’ll be cumming all night,” he threatened.

He stepped out of his sweatpants, revealing his hard on. He started to stroke it, precum leaking out of the tip. He looked you in the eyes, smirking. He ripped off your bra, leaving you bare. He put you on your knees on the floor.

“Suck,” he demanded.

You took his length into your mouth. He was too long to fit in your mouth, so you used your hands to stroke it and massage his balls. You locked your eyes with his. He let out small moans and praised you on. You felt your wetness drip down your thighs.

“Stop, I’m gonna cum,” he grabbed your face, stopping you from blowing him. “Get on the bed, stomach up.”

He hovered over you, grabbing his manhood and collecting your moisture with it. He teased your clit gently before inserting his length into you. You let out a pornographic moan and Tom glared at you.

“Do you want us to get caught?” He asked. You shook your head, “Good, now be quiet or I’ll punish you.”

He started off slow, gaining speed later on. He bent over, marking your collarbone with hickies. His left hand began massaging your right breast. You occupied your hands by pulling on his newly grown hair. 

“Hey, Tom. Do you know if there’s-,” Harry’s voice filled the room.

Tom and your head snapped to look at Harry. Harry’s face had turned bright red. Tom acted on instinct and started to cover you and himself. 

“Uhm, nevermind! You can continue,” Harry slammed the door behind him, blushing furiously.

“Bloody hell,” Tom groaned.

You started giggling, “Dinner’s gonna be awkward.”

“Damn right,” Tom grabbed his length once again, “let’s continue, shall we?”

“We shall,” you said, wrapping your legs around his muscular body.

Let’s just say dinner for Tom, Y/N, and Harry was very awkward.

Listen, Starstruck is one of the most iconic original Disney movies EVER and is heavily underrated. Yes, it may be a bit cringe looking back at it but its still an amazing film.I'm glad you showed this movie some love in your recent fic. I also wanted to say I love your work and hope you keep doing what your doing! :)

right? I was watching it last night and i couldn’t help but write a fix about it. It truly is one of my favorites and it deserves the recognition. thank you so much 🥰