50 And 59 With Mob Tom

50 and 59 with mob Tom

skin ‘n teeth

❧ prompt: “Why are you so jealous?” & “Bite me.”

❧ pairing: mob!tom x brat!reader

❧ genre: suggestive, slight angst (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds

❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want

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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him. 

“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.

“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.

“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.

“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.

“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.

“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”

“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”

“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.

“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”

“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.

“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.

His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room. 

“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.

Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.

Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss. 

After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips. 

“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”

The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.

“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.

Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine. 

“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.

He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.

“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”

With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.

exam motivation drabble

❧ prompt: there isn’t really a story to this. really, it’s, hopefully, a motivator for students, whatever age, to work hard in school and life. i hope this helps you destress and find your comfortable environment to study in.

❧ pairing: tom x legal student!reader

❧ genre: fluff, anti-stress, motivation

❧ warnings: literally none, this is a stress-free environment excuse me

❧ a/n: i just wanted to write something short and hopefully stress relieving for you readers because i know finals season is here. also, this applies to any tests or exams or finals or whatever thing your having. i hope that this will help you feel more inspiration to study and try your best in life in general. i made this a short drabble so you procrastinators can get inspired and open your books to study. i love you guys. don’t give up!

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You sat in the dark, a dim light shone on the worn-out pages of your thick notebook. Earbuds were stuffed deeply in your ears, the wire connected to your phone. The tunes of your favorite songs to study with played lightly in your ears. Your eyes scaled over your notes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Once you reached the bottom of the page, you sat back, relaxing in your chair. You leaned your head back, hands coming up to rub your eyes. As your hands left surface they were rubbing, you immediately winced at the sudden brightness your eyes were met with. Warm hands were placed on your shoulders and your boyfriend’s face came into view.

Smiling, you pull out your earbuds, whispering, “Hi, Tommy.”

“Hey, darling,” he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “How’s studying going? You feel alright?” He asked, looking at the piles of notes messily laid on your desk.

“’M doing just fine. I’m right on schedule, no procrastinating this year,” you smiled, yawning.

“That’s great, love,” he began planting small pecks over your face, “So proud of you.”

Giggling when his lips met yours, you lifted your head from its position, “I’m proud of me, too. I think I’ll study some more tonight too.”

Pouting, Tom whined, “But you said we could watch movies tonight.”

Gently kissing the tip of his nose, you smile, “We can watch movies after I study a page more.” 

He let out a deep-throated groan, “Fine.”

“Love you, Tommy,” you bid him goodbye, reinserting your earbuds.

“Love you, too, princess,” he whispered back, noticing you had already delved back in your notes.

The amount of admiration and pride he had for you was unimaginable. Seeing you work so hard inspired him to work even harder in his career of acting. You were his pride and joy, and he was never going to let go of you.

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i’m doing my lit final project on ariana and the manchester incident and watching these interviews she did when coming back into the industry hurts me so deeply. the emotions she feels in those interviews goes far beyond cameras. 

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honestly have no idea wtf i’m going to do for 1k so i’ll just write lmao. send in your requests people. (no smut please; only suggestive) k thanks bye

ok what the fuck. I legit came on tumblr and realized that I’ve reach 1k followers. umm.. WHaT¿ lots of thanks to all the people that are following me and reading my shit. I started this account to write out my emotions through ffs but holy shit. thank you so fUcKinG much!:)! ok goodbye :,)