I Love Mob! Tom Too Much. And I Would Like To See Reader And Tom As A Couple But Tom Doesn't Know Anything

I love Mob! Tom too much. and I would like to see Reader and Tom as a couple but Tom doesn't know anything about Reader's past because she has lost her memory. and as they are a couple, Reader is Tom's weak point so his enemies try to capture her but she has reflexes to defend herself from before she loses her memory because she was a contract killer, if that's ok with you

at peace

a/n: this was hella darker than i planned, as well as longer... so i didn’t make this fluffy at all, it’s just straight up angst, heavy angst,,, also i wrote this at like 2-4 am so sorry if it gets kind of confusing, i’ll reread it tomorrow... enjoy xx

warnings: heavy angst, wiped memory, major character death, sacrifice

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You walked into the dark room, senses heightened. A pulsing ringed in your ears as you looked around.

“Hello?” You said, hand gripping on your gun. The sound of someone running didn’t go by you. You snapped your head in the direction it came from. “Who’s there?” Your gun was out of its holster, pointing into the darkness. “Show yourself.”

A figure tried to grab you but you easily dodged their attempt. You punched your target in the gut, causing them to keel over. In their vulnerability, you grabbed their arm and twisted it behind their back. They groaned in pain as you dug your gun into their temple.

“Who do you work for? What was your plan?” You asked, adding more pressure on the gun with each question.

The man grunted and struggled in your grip. He didn’t reply, only kept yelping and mumbling “bitch” or “motherfucker.”

“Answer me!”

“This is our plan,” a deep voice roared behind you.

Then, everything went black.

You shot up in the bed, breath heaving. Sweat was dripping down your forehead. You looked around, but you were still in Tom’s room, snuggled in the blankets of his bed. The space beside you was empty but a dent lingered on the mattress where Tom slept. He had already gone to his office, like always.

What was that dream you just had? Why was it so familiar? And why did it feel so real?

You shrugged off the dream, knowing it couldn’t’ve been real. You haven’t the skill to fight that you had whilst attacking the stranger. You assumed it came from dating Tom and watching action movies. 

You walked out of the mobster’s mansion, into the garden in the backyard. You walked through the vibrant flowers, feeding them with freshwater you’d gotten from the kitchen. Birds chirped happily around you, singing you a welcoming morning song. They’d practically became your friends. You felt like Cinderella, excluding all the labor and step family, whenever you came to the garden. 

You’ve had nothing to do since Tom restricted you from leaving the property. He’d told you someone was coming for you, saying that you were his biggest weakness. He even told you to cut off all communications with friends and family, keeping them off the radar. You couldn’t refuse, besides, you wouldn’t try to anyways.

You skipped and twirled on the dirt trail, humming a quiet tune. You basked in the sunlight and the butterflies fluttered around you. You were nearing the mansion once more. The butterflies and birds had gone away, leaving you in solitude. 

There was silence. It was a familiar silence. Your senses heightened. You could feel that something was off. A deep voice softly spoke to another from behind you. You knew that voice from somewhere, you’ve heard it before. You gripped your metal watering can. Something about your grip felt routine.

You heard the grass rustle and you moved ahead. You knew that if you were closer to the house, you’d be able to get help faster.

Help. Where did all the mobster’s men go? You were the only one outside. There was definitely something wrong.

You felt the warmth a someone’s hand hovering over your shoulder. You gripped it, kicking them in the gut. You turned to see a tall man. Even bent over, he was still taller than you. A wave of fear washed over you, telling you to run but your body moved on its own. You continued to punch the man on the side of his head, hitting a specific point to knock him out. The sound of his head slamming onto the ground didn’t faze you as you prepared to attack the larger, scruffier looking man.

“A failure. Even with your memory wiped he can’t beat you,” the familiar voice said, appearing from the shadows.

The ringing of a gunshot filled your ears. You didn’t flinch or wince. You were still. Something took over you. Memories started flooding back into your mind, one by one. There were images of life before your memory had been taken. Everything fit together perfectly now. You hadn’t met Tom in a coffee shop. He saved you. He saved you from this man standing ahead of you now.

“What do you want from me?” You growled.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you. More precisely, I want to kill you,” he said, pointing the gun at you.

“Was I hired to kill someone that you knew?”

“No, buttercup. You are precious. At least Mr. Tommy thinks you are,” he grinned at you sickly.

“But you wiped my memory before I even knew him,” you stated.

“I didn’t, but he did.”

“What?” You were confused. How did Tom know you before he saved you?

“He watched you everyday for every hour. He found your work inspiring and motivating. Let’s just say he fancied you from the very beginning.”

Without a word, you dashed towards the man, attacking him at every angle. He was able to predict every move and was left completely unharmed when you pulled away.

“Don’t just stand there! Fight back,” you shouted, furious.

He raised his gun, pointing it straight at you. This wasn’t anything new for you. You were trained for these situations.

Building up speed, you ran towards him, swerving so that he couldn’t shoot you. You jumped, climbing to his neck. Your legs wrapped around his neck and elbow knocked his head. He visibly loosened his grip on the gun, and you pounced at the opportunity. 

You stood ahead of the man, safety off, finger ready to pull the trigger.

“I will do it,” you said, a fire burning in your eyes. “You took my memory, my passion away from me. I’m going to avenge myself,” you seethed. He fidgeted, “Hands where I can see them.” His hands shot right up. “I could kill you right now; take back what everything I’ve missed. This can be practice before I go back to the field.”

“Darling?” Your boyfriend’s voice penetrated your glowing red ears. 

You didn’t reply. You were radiating with anger and hatred. You felt powerful, though. The fate of this man’s life was in your hands.

“Y/N/N,” Tom placed a hand on your shoulder, “I can do this.”

You shrugged off his hand, only seeing red. Your breathes were deeper, heaving your chest up and down. Your teeth grinding, you were itching to pull the trigger.

“You deserve to suffer,” you cackled.

The man’s expression was practically begging for you to let him go or make his death fast and painless. 

“Y/N,” Tom spoke up again.

“No! He’s mine to get rid of,” you snapped.

“We need to interrogate him. He’ll give us the answers we need,” the mobster tried.

“What questions? All of them are answered. Aren’t they, Tom?” Your gaze switched to the brunette. “Or are you hiding something from me? Something important?”

The mobster’s men took the burly man captive, leaving you and Tom to sort out your business.

“What d’you mean hiding something from you? I told you the truth about everything.”

“I don’t remember meeting you at a coffee shop,” you glared at him.

“What? Of course we did. How else would I’ve met you? Your memory can’t be trusted, darling. You were wiped, remember?” A stern look rested on his face.

“Oh, how could I forget? But not to worry, it’s back now,” you sneered, “You stalked me?”

“Stalked isn’t the word I’d use, more so observed and protected,” he stated.

You laughed darkly, “I don’t need protecting. I’m a contracted killer, Tom. Get that in your head. Besides, you did a shit job of protecting me, or maybe this was your plan all along. You wanted to take me as your own, so you wiped my memory and told me we were in love.”

“I would never do that, darling. That’s completely absurd,” his brows furrowed, “now please, let’s go back home. We need to pay even closer attention to any intruders.”

You pointed the gun at him, “No. I don’t need your protection. Not anymore, at least.”

“I’d put that down if I were you,” he finally realized you weren’t the same old you anymore; he’d have to put up a fight no matter what.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me,” you said innocently. You snorted, “Doubt it.”

“I will do it,” he said darkly, the love in his eyes gone.

“Who goes first?” You asked childishly. Before he could reply, you pipped, “Oh, I’ll do it.”

The loud banging of a gunshot rang louder than normal. Time seemed to slow. The birds chirped in a sad tune while the butterflies lined on the branches of your favorite tree. You smiled at them. They replied by gently flapping their wings. You reveled in the sense of peace. You laughed and laughed, remembering your shot, a feeling of victory coursing through your veins.

“Y/N, love!” Tom rushed to your side, clutching your body before it hit the ground. “You’ve gotta stay with me. Fuck, there’s too much blood.”

You smiled lazily at the boy, dropping the gun to the ground. You felt the blood warming your body. Your vision became hazier and everything around you seemed so serene.

“It’s alright, Tommy, no more weaknesses now,” you managed to whisper.

You were numb with love. Everything good in your life rushed into your mind. You felt lighter. Finally, you were freed from your everlasting torture. No one to kill, to run from, to weaken. The birds chirped their welcoming morning song, leading you into the whiteness. You silently thank them, eyes starting to flutter shut.

“I-I lo-love yo--”

Warm. Cold. Peace. Anger. Content. Sad. Two different worlds, two different emotional states. Maybe sacrifice is for the better. 

deal | ncgw pt.1

a/n: first part of nothing can go wrong is out! hopefully this satisfies you guys, i personally love these kind of fics, though i don’t support it in irl relationships,,, i just love the angst :)... enjoy my loves xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: swearing, i’m ashamed of this part one :( hopefully you guys like it

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Wednesday came faster than you wanted. How could days pass by so quickly?

You had already planned an entire lesson plan for him for the month, seeing as you didn’t have much to do other than study. You squeezed as much as you could into one days of work. You didn’t plan on working with him for longer than 4 weeks.

You sat in the library, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was 3:47 P.M., only 13 minutes before Tom’s lesson. You constantly looked around for the familiar brown curls but wasn’t successful. In the extra time, you pulled out your notebook, pencils and eraser, and textbook. You neatly sorted them onto the table. You checked your watch once again.

4:01 P.M.

You sighed. He was late. This wasn’t much of a surprise, more of a disappointment. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You wanted to go back to your dorm and read in the comforts of your bed. 

The seat ahead of you was pulled out and you looked up.

“You’re late,” you stated bluntly.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Sorry for having a life.”

“I have a life, but unlike you, I have to be financially stable to live.”

“I’m not spoiled, y’know?” He glared at you.

“Of course not,” you smiled bitterly. “Anyways, let’s get started. I don’t want to be here as much as you.”

You flipped the textbook open and began your lesson. You realized that his attention span was shorter than a 10 seconds, well that is when it comes to education, or maybe it was just you. 

You handed him a list you had made him, “Your homework. I want to see all of it completed the next time we meet or I will assign more the next time,” you said sternly.

You rushed out of your seat and away from him as quick as possible, avoiding his complaints. You were relieved when you realized he hadn’t come after you. You could finally go back to your dorm and relax.

Tom stayed back in the library gaping at the list of homework you assigned him. 10 pages and about 250 questions in total. He mentally cursed at you.

He exited the library, list crumpled in his jean pocket. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Tristan hopped out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Whatcha doing in the library? Ran out of girls already? Scoping out your next fuck?”

“Fuck off, mate,” Tom smiled, pushing his friend off of him, “McGonagall forced me to take extra lessons in her class or she’d fail me. Bitch,” he spat.

“Who’s the tutor?” The caramel haired boy teased.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Nobody important. She spends most of her time cooped up in her dorm, anyways.”

Tristan thought back to any girl who left the library before Tom and one particular girl popped into his mind.

“Was she wearing a college t-shirt tucked into jeans shorts?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tom’s brow furrowed. Was his friend stalking him?

“Saw her leaving earlier. Seemed like she was in a rush,” he replied, lost in a train of thought.

“Okay...” Tom trailed, not knowing what to say. A smirk shone on Tristan’s face as he looked at Tom, raising Tom’s suspicion, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I have a,” he thought for a second,” a proposition to make,” Tom nodded, signaling him to continue, “Get your tutor to fall in love with you. You have to get her into bed with you. Then, when she’s in deep, break her heart.” A sinister smiled rested on Tristan’s face.

“What do I get if I succeed?” A bet. Tom never lost, especially when it came to girls.

“You stay leader of the frat,” Tristan smirked.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I take your place as leader. I’ll even slip in $500 if you fuck her at least 3 times, but as long as you fuck her once it’ll be fine, you just won’t get the money,” he informed the brunette.

Tom smiled. This was too easy for him. Besides, he was too egotistical to give up this bet. If he denied it, it would make it look like the infamous frat leader had become soft.

“Deal.”

! next part coming soon ! 

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Oh ok yeah thanks #57

taken for granted

a/n: this came out longer than expected, it’s almost 3000 words... this is probably super angsty, maybe... also, i’m going to work on ‘nothing can go wrong’ soon but i have to write two essays for school so i’m sorry if there is a delay... enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: swearing, angsty shit, fluff at the end, mob!tom is a dick

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57. “Stop pretending you’re okay ‘cause I know you’re not.”

Tom rarely spent any of his time with you now. He was always too preoccupied with his mobster duties. On rare occasions, he would join you in your shared bed, but by the time he arrived, you were already fast asleep. You always tried to fit with his schedule to at least say goodnight to him or wake up to see him by your side, but all your attempts failed. So when Tom said he had a free day, which he could have whenever he wanted seeing he was his own boss, you jumped at the opportunity.

You woke, bundled in the white sheets, yawning and stretching before looking to the usually empty space beside you. Tom laid there, curls tousled and chest heaving peacefully. You felt a warmth in your core, and you smiled. 

You decided to get ready for your day with your boyfriend, preparing brunch and a list of things you could do together in your single day together.

things to do:

1. eat brunch together

2. go out on a romantic walk

3. have afternoon tea

4. come back home and make cookies together

5. watch a movie

6. make a surprise dinner for tom

7. snuggle and let the rest of the night flow as it goes

Tom sat up on the bed, stretching his arms while letting out a loud yawn. He hadn’t slept this well in a while. 

A delectable aroma blew into the room, tickling his nose. He breathed in the scent, following it to its source. He stared at the table of his favorite foods displayed in front of him. 

You entered the dining room holding another plate of food. You placed the platter neatly between two other plates, finishing off your first surprise for Tom.

“Christ, darling, what’s all this for?” Tom spoke.

You jumped, not realizing he had been standing there, “Oh my goodness, Thomas, you scared me,” you looked at the food, “It’s all for you. I wanted to make your day off enjoyable. Besides, we haven’t spent much time together in a while.”

He smiled, “I love you so much.”

Blushing, you replied, “I love you, too. Now let’s eat.”

Brunch was pleasant but awkward. You didn’t know what to talk about with him, so you resorted to staring at him while he ranted about problems. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for his problems, but you wanted this day to be about the both of you. You plastered a genuine smile on your face, though it began to falter.

“I was thinking that we could go out to town and just walk around, that is if you want,” you suggested when the two of you finished your meal.

“O-Oh, um, sure. Let me go get ready, love,” he walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before quietly thanking you.

His small signs of affection were enough to erase your worries. You told yourself you overreacted about him talking about himself at breakfast. He did care.

-

Hand in hand, you and Tom strolled through the crowded streets of Kingston upon Thames. You admired the beautiful city, feeling lucky to be able to live there. 

More than you wanted, Tom’s attention went to his phone. He laughed and smiled at whatever was on his phone. He typed away, glowing with happiness.

You felt a pang of jealousy.

Who could be making Tom feel like this? He seems to be enjoying his day more with the person throw his screen than the one right beside him. You thought to yourself, grip loosening on his hand.

He didn’t notice the change, and you frowned. Your boyfriend was glowing with happiness, and you would be a bad girlfriend if you ruined it. You put on a fake smile, hoping it would convince him even though he hadn’t looked at you at all since brunch.

He cares, you convinced yourself.

“Um, Tom?” You asked, seeing the tea house you were planning to get afternoon tea at.

“Mhm?” His eyes were locked on his phone.

“I was thinking that we could get some afternoon tea. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you tried to look him in the eyes, only to fail miserably.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want,” he mumbled.

Still holding his hand, you pulled him to the building. The receptionist looked at Tom then to you, noticing the lack of attention he was giving you. You tried to smile it off, but she gave you a look of sympathy before bringing you to your table.

It was a shame Tom’s eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. The table you’d gotten had a perfect view of River Thames. 

“Tom,” you squeaked.

He didn’t respond.

“Tom,” you said louder.

Still no answer.

“Tom,” you said in a demanding voice.

His head snapped up, “What?”

You sighed. This day was definitely going unexpectedly. The worse part about it all was that you wanted the day to be over. You were mad at yourself for that. He cares about you, so why couldn’t you care about him?

“D’you like how the day’s going?” You asked in a softer tone.

“Mhm, great,” he said flatly.

You didn’t know what else to say, so you let him go back to ogling his phone. You wanted to cry. The only day you had with him, wasted.

Tears filled your eyes, feeling ignored by Tom. To avoid tears from rolling down your cheeks and exposing your true feelings about how the day was going, you dismissed yourself to the ladies room. 

Tom heard the rawness in your voice and looked up. Your head was down as you excused yourself. He carefully watched you as you quickly scattered away. He heard a sniffle but doubted that it came from you. You were the one who dragged him along, anyways.

-

You were thankful to be back home. You didn’t feel like preparing a grand dinner anymore. You felt like going to sleep and end the day. 

Goddamnit, Y/N! Pull yourself together. He’s always putting you on top. You need to put him on top now, you scolded yourself.

Trying to muster up all the remaining sanity in you, you headed to the kitchen and worked away. 

Hours passed as you prepared the meal. You made sure nothing went wrong, working slowly. With precision, you plated each meal. Your hands shook, and you droplets of sweat rolled down your forehead. 

“Done,” you murmured to yourself, smiling.

Everything looked beautifully put together, as you were an amateur. You gave yourself a small pat on the back. Then it struck you. You missed some things on your list.

4. come back home and make cookies together

5. watch a movie

You slapped your forehead. Where had the time gone? You felt terrible. You missed a couple hours of spending time with your boyfriend. Hopefully the dinner would make up for it.

-

Unsurprisingly, dinner wasn’t much different from the rest of the day. You were thrown to the side while he enjoyed himself.

No, he hasn’t had the time to relax and enjoy himself in a while. I can’t blame him for that, you sighed, I just wish he would enjoy and relax with me.

“Thanks for the dinner, darling. It was... delicious,” he hesitated.

Your attention moved to him. You gave him a small smile, feeling slightly offended by his hesitation.

He left the room, moving to the living room. You were left to do all the dishes and work by yourself. 

Great.

-

You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off. You slipped on Tom’s oversized shirt, wearing a matching set of lingerie underneath. You hoped it was enough to grab his attention.

You heard murmuring downstairs. You walked down the stairs, seeing Tom on the couch with Tuwaine, Harrison, and Harry.

“H-Hello, boys,” you said, catching their attention. “Sorry about my - um - improper outfit. I didn’t know you’d be coming over.”

“S’alright, love. Mind getting us some wine, though?” Harrison asked, smirking.

“But-- I-- Sure,” you said pathetically.

You brought them four glasses and an expensive bottle of wine, opened of course. 

You settled beside Tom, who inched away from you. It struck your heart.

“Don’t you think you should at least go get properly dressed before joining us?” He glared at you.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you whispered, feeling a tug at your heart. “I think I’ll be heading to bed now. Goodnight,” you announced, walking away in a rush.

You rushed up the stairs only to hear Tom complain, “She gets so clingy and annoying.”

Tears poured down your cheeks. A silent sob ripped from your lips. You ran to the room, tripping over yourself several times.

He didn’t care at all. He cares about himself. Only him, you realized.

-

“Mate, she’s your girlfriend. She cares about you. You shouldn’t say that shit about her,” Tuwaine said, feeling sympathy for the girl.

“It’s true, she’s been clinging to my ass all day,” Tom groaned.

“Have you gone out with her recently? Talked to her, at least?” Harrison asked.

Tom didn’t respond, keeping his eyes trained on the bottles of wine ahead of him. That answered enough.

“Tom, did you think that she just missed you?” Harry interrupted the silence.

“Just drop it, guys,” Tom snapped, starting to feel slightly guilty. 

-

You laid in your shared bed, holding yourself in your arms. The blanket wrapped around your body as a shield. 

Quiet sobs escaped your mouth, tears rolling onto your pillow. You were offended Tom would call you ‘clingy’ and ‘annoying.’ You tried so hard to make this day good for him, and he thinks you’re clingy.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, happy that Tom didn’t come to bed before you fell asleep for once. 

-

Tuwaine, Harry, and Haz left after a couple wines. They tried to convince him to treat you better but only received the response, “Let’s talk about something else.”

Tom had seen his own faults after a long, irritating talk with the boys. He was being an ass to you for no reason.

He hurried up the stairs after putting all the dishes into the sink, hoping to catch you awake. To his dismay, you were already out. Tear streaks decorated your puffy face while some new tears slowly moved down your face.

He placed a pained kiss to your forehead. You stirred, moving into his familiar touch. A small smile danced on your lips. His hand moved to caress your cheek, admiring your beauty even when you were in pain.

Without waking you, he slid into the space beside you in bed. He held your waist, nuzzling his face in your neck. You pressed against him, attracted to the heat. He smiled and leaned to kiss your head again.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered before drifting to sleep.

-

You woke up with a pounding headache. You tried to sit up but something, or someone, held you down. You looked at the warm figure holding you and saw Tom with his arms wrapped around you. You felt a sting in your chest and tried to pull away. 

You were able to maneuver out of his arms without waking him.

Dizzily, you made your way to the kitchen. You got yourself a cup of water and took some pain relievers. You plopped onto the couch lying on your side. Your legs tucked, and you curled your body into a ball. Without knowing, you fell asleep not too long after.

-

Tom noticed you were out of bed when he woke.

“Darling?” He mumbled, looking around.

With no response, he assumed you had gone to the kitchen for breakfast.

He dragged himself out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Surprisingly, you weren’t there. He saw a cup and pain relievers lying on the counter.

“Princess?” He looked around, still no sight of you.

He walked over to the dining room then to the living room. He saw your limp body on the couch, letting out soft sighs. You were cuddled into a tight ball, shivering from the cold. Picking up a blanket from the room, he draped it over your shaking body. He sat on the couch with you, rubbing your body warm over the blankets. 

-

You felt a weighted cloth enrapture you, giving you warmth. Instinctively, you snuggled into it. A pressure rubbed up and down your arm, further warming you.

You opened your eyes to see Tom hovering over you. You looked closely at him, believing this to be your imagination. Under the sheets, you pinched yourself and felt sharp pains on your arms.

“Ow,” you mumbled.

“Are you alright, love?” Tom asked, worry flooding his features.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you sat up and began to put some distance between the two of you.

“Where are you going?” He scooted closer to you until you had no where else to go.

“I gotta get ready. You should, too, ‘cause, y’know, work,” you fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Wait,” he grabbed your wrist as you began to walk away, “I don’t have to do anything today. I can stay with you.”

“No, it’s alright. Besides, there must be someone to interrogate today,” you snapped, pulling your wrist from his grip.

He didn’t know why your mood had changed. Just yesterday, you were so loving and warm to him. 

Did you overhear him last night? He worried.

“Love,” he knocked on the door, “can I come in?”

He heard a couple of sniffles behind the closed door and frowned to himself.

“Just a sec,” you called out with a pained voice.

Tom could hear your tears in you voice and concerningly asked, “Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just fine,” you squeaked, slowly feeling your composure falter.

“Darling, open the door,” he demanded.

“Wait a moment, please,” you said too weakly.

“Open the do-”

“I will,” you snapped, “I’m trying to get ready, s’all,” you replied with a calmer tone.

You heard no response from him and expected that he left, so you jumped when the door was thrown open. The brunette stood in the doorway, staring at your red rimmed eyes.

“Tom, I’m fine,” you wiped away a stray tear, smiling, “See? Perfectly fine.”

“No, you’re not! Stop pretending you’re okay ‘cause I know you’re not,” he growled.

“It’s not much of your problem, is it?” You glared at him, beginning to lose your patience.

“Not much of my problem? How is my girlfriend not my problem? It’s my duty to protect and care for you. Why are you-” He was infuriated.

“Well I wouldn’t want to come off as too clingy! Maybe I don’t want to annoy you!” You shouted.

So you did hear him, Tom sighed.

Seeing the evident guilt and shock in his face, you continued, “That’s right, I heard it. You couldn’t’ve even waited for me to get back to the room! Some boyfriend you are,” you mumbled the end, pushing past him.

“Wait,” he called after you, “I didn’t mean what I said. It was just in the heat of the moment. I was just stressed with everything going with the mob.”

“Right,” you nodded unbelievably.

“Haz and them helped me see that I was the one in the wrong. I shouldn’t have called you that. I’m sorry, love, truly, very sorry,” he pouted at you.

“You really hurt me, Tom. I planned a whole day out for us yesterday. You ignored me for practically the entire day,” you hiccuped, a rush of disappointment filled you.

“I know. I’m so sorry, love. I was such an asshole. You deserve to be treated better. I’ll fix that, I swear. I’ll spend more time with you. We could go on dates again. I’ll even make sure that I’ll go to bed with you,” he carefully walked over to you as if you would run if he got too close.

“But how would I know if you were talking shit about me to your mob cronies?” You asked, doubtful to trust him.

“I’ll personally have Haz, Tuwaine, or Harry slap me if I do, but no need to worry, love, I won’t take you for granted anymore,” he placed a gentle kiss to your head, “Now, would you like to join me for a day of just us?”

You giggled, “No, I wouldn’t,” hurt filled Tom’s features, “I would love to.”

“You’re such a tease,” he chuckled, “but I love you for it.”

You smiled up at him, “I missed having you around, Tommy. I spent so many nights yearning for you.”

“No more nights like that, alright? I’m here til the end of the line,” he answered softly.

-

And so, Tom kept his word. Everything has changed. He became the same Tom that you had met at the coffee shop. You obviously still disagreed with him running the mob, but he would always reassure you, telling you that he wouldn’t leave you.

He didn’t did care after all. He cares about himself the both of us. Only him us, you realized.

happy birthday, tom holland! 

(june 1st, 1996).

birthday sex

a/n: my mental health has been plummeting because of the state of America and family issues, so i hope i’ll be able to continue writing for you guys, i love doing it, i’ve just been so worried all of the time now... happy 24th birthday thomas stanley holland! i love you so much!! enjoy this smut, i might write a fluff fic for those who don’t read smut xx

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, horny shit, swearing

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Tom awoke to an empty bed. You were missing from your side of the bed. He assumed you were preparing breakfast before he felt a warmth in his lower regions. Within a second, his head was back on his pillow, and he was groaning with pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he moaned. Fixing himself on his forearms, he tugged on the white sheets, revealing his beautiful girlfriend with her mouth wrapped around his cock. “Don’t stop, you feel so good.”

Your E/C eyes stared right into his chocolate pearls. You blinked innocently at him before continuing to skillfully swirl your tongue on his length whilst bobbing your head up and down. 

“Just like that, darling,” he breathed.

A small quantity of warm liquid came out of his tip. Your mouth pulled off his cock with a pop and tongue came down to teasingly lick the tip.

“Mm, you taste delicious, Tommy,” you said prior to taking him in your mouth again.

You took him as far as you could, but with the remaining length, you used your hand to stroke and the other hand massaged his balls. You increased your speed, making wet noises as you bobbed your head.

“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned.

You worked even harder to get him to his release, moving faster and more in depth. You could feel him tense up underneath you, and you smiled to yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, darling,” he grabbed your head and led you through it.

His seed shot into your mouth as he let out a loud groan. You pulled your mouth off of him, keeping your eyes connected. Your cheeks swollen with his juices, you swallowed the load at once. His eyes immediately filled with lust once again.

“How’re you so good at that, princess?”

You straddled his lap, wearing a matching set of bras and panties. He hadn’t noticed before, too distracted with pleasure, but he certainly did now. You could feel his arousal press against your core.

“I’ve practiced many times on you, that’s how,” you smiled.

“Well, I think it’s only fair for me to have some practice, don’t you think?” He flipped you over and pinned you to the bed.

“Anything you want. I’m your present after all. Happy Birthday, daddy,” lust coated your words.

“Fuck, princess,” he ripped your laced bra off, revealing your hard tits.

He dipped down and harshly sucked on it, massaging the other with his hand. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips into the air. 

“So impatient, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby.”

With that, he placed kisses from your collarbone, around your nipples, down your core to the spot you desired him most. He avoided it, moving around it or gently grazing his lips against it. You let out a frustrated moan, grinding your hips into nothing in attempt to have any friction rub against your clit.

“Tommy, please,” you gasped.

“Who?” He teased.

“Fuck, daddy. Please, daddy,” you cried.

“What do you want me to do, babygirl?”

“Fuck me. Touch me. Just please pound my pussy,” you begged pathetically.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

He took a torturously long time to pull off your matching panties, pausing to admire your wetness. When he successfully, and finally, stripped you from them, they flew to an innominate place in the room. 

“Look at you, you’re practically dripping onto the bed,” his fingers stroked up your thigh, gaining a shivering exhale from you.

His tongue dove into you without warning, causing your hips to thrust at the sudden pleasure. His thumb moved to your clit, hovering over it. You begged to feel the pressure against your nub, only to jump when he instantaneously began rubbing you. He easily brought you near the edge. You felt yourself slowly falling over the edge, but the feeling was quickly retracted. 

“Daddy, please, I need to cum,” you sobbed, blinking at him with your puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll cum with me.”

He grabbed his length, collecting your liquids with the tip. He used your wetness and stroked his cock before entering you. The two of you let out a moan, eyes rolling with pleasure. He started slowly, ensuring you wouldn’t cum too early.

“Fuck, To-daddy, faster. Please go faster,” you moaned.

He grinned, snapping his hips into yours faster and rougher. Your face contorted with pleasure.

“You like that?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut.

“I asked you a question,” he said through grit teeth.

Your eyes flickered open, and you blushed, “Y-Yes, daddy, I love it. Thank you.”

He smirked with pride. His thumb moved to tease your clit once again. Your hips thrusted into the air at the sudden touch. 

You could feel your core tighten and you yelped, “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

“Hold on a little longer, darling, I’m almost there,” he leaned down, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Okay, get ready,” he mumbled against your lips. His thrusts became sloppy and breathing jagged, “C-Cum, now.”

“I love you,” you moaned, gripping his curls.

His lips focused on your neck, sucking and kissing the skin. He left himself inside your warmth, working the two of you through your orgasm. 

His body plopped beside you, chest heaving. You turned on your side to face him. You traced his jawline with your finger, smiling exhaustedly. His arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Round two?” He smiled at you.

funny lil story from my irl experience:

so during lunch, my sister said that she finished her paper (she’s in college / i’m younger than her) that was 1000+ words in about 2 or more hours, and i said, “only 1000 words?” she was like “you can’t even write 1000 words.” i replied with “whatever,” but only on the inside i was like “lol ok buddy. I write 1000+ words almost every other day.” and that’s it. in my opinion it was funny but it probably isn’t. 😂

my gif 🥰