Mob!tom Holland - Tumblr Posts
hello, fellow people of tumblr! i’m not necessarily new to tumblr because i’ve used it to read, but this is the first time i use it to make my own page. i was inspired by spideyunivrse to make my own page. i also have a tom holland fan account on instagram: tommohollander
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T O M H O L L A N D
B L U R B S / O N E - S H O T S
karma ☼ | tom makes a joke that doesn’t end in his favour
i don’t even know you anymore ✧ | your relationship with tom goes downhill, but will fate reignite this love?
insecure ✧ | self-consciousness can be a bitch sometimes, and when tom comes home, it has to act out
i didn’t do it ✧ ☼ ☆ | tom is left to supervise the Holland household, but something goes wrong
slurp ☼ | tom gets slurped
holiday friendliness ☼ | you are enjoying your day when you literally bump into tom (tom x male!reader)
english terms ☼ | tom uses english terminology during your family dinner, leaving you and your family confused
blessing ☼ ☆ | y/n gets locked out of the house naked and a perverted tom just happens to be there
mystery skater ☼ | tom is awestruck by a gorgeous mystery woman at the rink
dominance ☼ | y/n gets caught recording tom singing and tries to get her phone back
falling ✧ ☼ | tom goes through a harsh breakup with y/n and everything’s going downhill
sex playlist ☼ ☆ | y/n finds out about a little secret tom kept from her
the clouds ☼ | tom admires y/n in her peaceful state
shitty days ✧ ☼ | y/n isn’t feeling herself for a few days. all goes wrong for her
protective ✧ ☼ | y/n is tom’s sister and in a relationship with a clout chaser
late night cuddles ☼ | y/n has a nightmare and tommy is there to help her... with cuddles
why ☼ | tom comforts y/n through her the rise of skywalker depression
pregnant ✧ ☼ | y/n holland has a pregnancy scare
quarantine ☼ | self-isolation with tommy boy
lover of mine ✧ ☼ | frat!tom took his relationship with y/n for granted, but can he fix it?
this is awkward ☼ ☆ | tom and y/n get caught mid-love making
trick shot fail ☼ | tom accidentally hurts y/n while practicing trick shots
cake ☼ | tom loves cakes, especially y/n’s
what do you want to eat ☼ | tom has a slight slip up and doesn’t realize he said he wanted to eat y/n
my fault ✧ ☼ | mob!tom leaves y/n alone at a party unprotected and she encounters a problem
15 months, wasted ✧ ☼ | y/n is cheated on by her former partner and goes to tom for comfort
i won’t say i’m in love ☼ | y/n learns to accept her feelings for tom after being heartbroken by another
man child ☼ | soft moments with y/n and soft!mob!child!tom
pillow talk ☼ | tom and y/n can’t sleep
cruel envy v.1 v.2 ✧ ☼ | fwb!tom fell in love with y/n even though it was against the rules *two different pov: ‘her’ and ‘you’*
during conferences ☆ | mob!tom getting naughty during his meetings
irreplaceable ✧ ☼ | y/n accidentally break something of mob!tom’s and becomes worried that he’ll be mad at her
at peace ✧ | as a contract killer, y/n is trained to a high extent but what if it all goes wrong and her life comes crashing down
plank over me ☼ ☆ | y/n has an idea for tom and her to attempt but it takes a steamy turn *mild smut*
sweaty tease ☼ | after a hot day gardening, y/n needs to shower but tom wants cuddles
birthday sex ☆ | y/n surprises thomas with some morning birthday sex
taken for granted ✧ ☼ | y/n hears mob!tom talking about her behind her back and feels betrayed / hurt
in each other’s arms ☼ | y/n and tom were enemies ever since childhood. they get locked in a room together with no way out. cold and late at night, they have nothing to do but sleep
you lied angst ending fluff ending ✧ ☼ | mob!tom is kindest person y/n has ever met, but when it comes to tom’s job, he’s ruthless. y/n doesn’t know this, though. tom tried to prevent her from ever knowing, but one day... *alternate endings*
oral lesson ☆ | y/n leads tom through oral sex
missing him ✧ | tom left to film cherry for 4 months and hasn’t contacted y/n, his girlfriend, since. she doesn’t react well to this *eventual fluff*
stay away from me ✧ | mob!tom’s horny ass takes any chance of a good fuck, sadly, it isn’t with you
the worst of you ✧ | “give me the worst of you ‘cause i’ll want you anyway” in which you are in a toxic relationship with frat!tom
their suspicions ☼ | harry, haz, and tuwaine begin to notice a change between you and tom, so they come up with a plan. make tom jealous
the three words ✧ ☼ | fwb!tom let’s the three forbidden words i love you slip out in his state of euphoria and hurts his best friend, y/n
for the best ✧ | richkid!tom had a past relationship with a girl he was in love with. the love was mutual, but you came in a broke them apart. you begin to notice your faults and put tom ahead of you, although tom may not agree with this decision
cocky head ☆ | y/n and frat!tom are shoved in a closet together when tom “second head” needs release
fractured trust and broken friendships ✧ | to keep up his reputation, tom manipulates y/n, his best friend. one day, she runs late to school and overhears tom boasting about it *panic attack warning*
a stupid mistake ✧ ☼ | “This wasn’t an argument between to lovers anymore; it was an interrogation between a surprised victim and the devil.” mob!tom
failed surprises ✧ ☼ | left alone for days, waiting for her mobster boyfriend to come back from his “business trip,” y/n loses contact with tom and worry overpowers her logic
skin ‘n teeth ☆ ✧ | “bite me” mob!tom x brat!reader
exam motivation drabble ☼ | 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. *destress blurb*
two-for-one reward ☆ ☼ | hard work always pays off, and the reward always varies mob!tom
her hidden crystal tears ✧ | keeping a relationship under covers isn’t an easy feat. when a popular, successful jock of a college, who has many obsessive fans, dates an average student, they decide that it’s better to keep their relationship secret due to safety reasons, but when the jock starts to become more ignorant of how their s/o is feeling, what might happen to their barely stable relationship? jock!tom
let them flow ✧ ☼ | after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity? (alt. ending to her hidden crystal tears) jock!tom
bilateral contracts ☆ ✧ | a relationship turned contract… or has the relationship always been a contract? no longer does it matter, just kiss and make break up koh!tom
M U L T I - C H A P T E R
stay with me, please pt.1 pt.2 ✧ | tom doesn’t know his girlfriend had depression ever since she was a child, until one day something goes terribly wrong *suicide warning*
moonlight pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 ✧ | the king of hell ignores his significant other for weeks and is caught flirting with other girls, how will y/n react? *indefinite hiatus*
admitting pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 ☼ | enemies to lovers!tom falls for the girl that he despises and that despises him, but he won’t admit it, to himself or her *hiatus*
laundry day pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ ☆ | y/n has a shitty day and goes to the library in very skimpy clothes because it’s laundry day *eventual smut*
is this seat taken pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ ☆ | y/n is just trying to enjoy her art class, but frat!tom has to come and ruin it *eventual smut*
cheesy spoilers pt.1 pt.2 ☼ | tom can’t help it when he spoils things, so spoiling his valentine’s gift isn’t a surprise
nothing can go wrong teaser pt.1 ✧ ☼ ☆ | “i have a proposition to make. get your tutor to fall in love with you.” *eventual smut* frat!fuckboy!tom x tutor!reader
the right decision pt.1 pt.2 ✧ | you and tom grew up together but always as enemies — nothing more, nothing less. as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature. you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally. which will you choose? prince!tom x princess!reader
her blood-stained bodysuit pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ | all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react? mob!tom x assassin!reader
I N C O R R E C T Q U O T E S
jar of cookies ☆ | dirty joke
ho ho, the mistletoe ☼ | tom being a shy baby
blindfolds ☼ ☆ | y/n and tom being a kinky couple
sex is like math ☆ | math, but sexual
i want to be more ☼ | tom’s proposal
graduation reward ☆ | reward for graduating
P E T E R P A R K E R
B L U R B S / O N E - S H O T S
getting to your head ☼ | y/n gets called a slut and peter’s there to comfort her
I N C O R R E C T Q U O T E S
thicc bih ☼ | anthony stark and stephen strange concerned for their son
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Hey, if you're still taking requests I'd like to request a mob!tom x reader with maybe kinda smut, like wait I'll explain. So how about maybe paddy breaking something (he's maybe a bit younger than he is now) And tom sees the broken object and is like really really mad and he demands a confession from his brother. But the twins didn't do it and paddy is slightly terrified, so the reader (Tom's fiance) is like 'sorry my fault' bc she doesn't like seeing paddy in trouble. 1/2
i didn’t do it
request: Hey, if you’re still taking requests I’d like to request a mob!tom x reader with maybe kinda smut, like wait I’ll explain. So how about maybe paddy breaking something (he’s maybe a bit younger than he is now) And tom sees the broken object and is like really really mad and he demands a confession from his brother. But the twins didn’t do it and paddy is slightly terrified, so the reader (Tom’s fiance) is like ‘sorry my fault’ bc she doesn’t like seeing paddy in trouble. And Tom’s just like go upstairs and he ‘punishes’ her (like the smut doesn’t has to be written out) and paddy is like so terrified like “what is he doing to her, why is she screaming?” and later when the reader and tom come back, paddy is apologising and admitting he broke the object, but Tom’s like yeah I know neither of you two can lie to me. Thank you if you wanna write it, but it’s alright if you don’t ^^
a/n: oh sheesh, this is the tea… i’ll try my best to write a kind of steamy scene (?) hope this is what you wanted. ok, enjoy 🖤
warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, a lil bit of smut, kinks (spanking)
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It was a normal afternoon in London, rainy and gloomy weathered. The Holland brothers were home alone without parental supervision, so Tom invited Y/N over while Paddy and the twins decided to play tag… indoors.
Everything was going smoothly: Tom was upstairs, going over some papers, Y/N went downstairs to get a cup of tea for Tom and herself, and the twins and Paddy were still playing tag.
As Y/N was heading towards the stairs, she heard a loud crash. She dashed over to the sound, eyes widening at the scene ahead of her. Nikki’s favourite vase was scattered all over the cool floor. Y/N set the teacup onto the table the vase was once set on and reached down to help Paddy up. She started to dust him off, checking for any injuries, luckily finding none. There was one less thing to worry about now, but two more things: Nikki and Tom. Tom was supposed to be keeping everything in order while Nikki and Dom were gone.
Heavy thumps could be heard from the stairway.
“What was that?” The voice boomed.
Fear seemed to overtake everyone in the room, including Y/N. Paddy gulped loudly, obviously shaking, but Y/N helped control it. The twins hid behind the counter, hoping that they wouldn’t get caught.
“I said, what was tha-,” Tom entered the room, looking at the pile of glass and the table that held the vase.
“Bloody hell, what did you guys do?” Tom shook his head, rubbing his temples, “Who did it?” No one responded, only looking down in shame. “Who did it?” Tom was red, his voice louder than necessary.
Paddy was shaking to the point that Y/N couldn’t conceal it anymore.
“I did it,” Y/N said. “I’m sorry. I sat the tea onto the table to stretch and when I went to grab it again, I knocked the vase over.” Her head was hung low, acting on point.
Tom doesn’t seem to calm down but tells Paddy and the hiding twins to go into the living room.
“Go upstairs,” Tom said, voice dark and filled with lust.
Still keeping her head down, she sulks her way up the stairs and into his bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed, fiddling with her fingers. Y/N is scared to see what he’ll do, but she already has a good idea of what’ll come.
Tom slams the door open, closing it behind him, “Strip.”
Y/N follows his command, pulling her top off of her and sliding her tight jeans off.
Just as she is about to take off her bra, Tom says, “No, I want to do that. Now come here and lay on my lap, stomach down.”
Tom brings his rough, large hands down on her plump ass, gaining a squeal from her.
“Count,” he says, voice stern.
Slap, “O-One.”
Slap,”T-Two.”
Slap, “Three!”
He gently strokes her red ass, then gives it another rough slap, making her scream at the sudden impact.
Downstairs, Paddy asked Harry, “Is Y/N okay? Why is she screaming? What is he doing to her?”
Harry chuckles, “Don’t worry, you know how much Tom loves her. She’s going to be fine.”
Paddy relaxes at the reassurance, but can’t help but feel guilty for making Y/N take the blame.
Hours later, when the sun started to set, Tom and Y/N finally left the room, joining Paddy and the twins in the living room.
“I broke the vase, I’m sorry.” Paddy blurted out, wanting to get it over with.
Tom chuckles, “Yeah, I know. Neither of you can lie to me.”
“So you just wanted to get it?” Sam winked, causing Y/N to blush furiously, hiding in Tom’s chest.
Tom joins Sam and Harry’s laughing fit while Paddy sat there, confused.
prompt list
hello! so, i’ve decided to make a prompt list. there are 101 prompts in here, with the help of chrmdpoet and ships4you. if you want to have a fic written to one of the prompts, send your requests here: requests
“It’s really not that complicated.”
“Close the door.”
“It’s 3 in the morning.”
“I should have told you a long time ago.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“You have to leave right now.”
“Just trust me.”
“I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“You’re in love with her.”
“Come here.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“I can explain.”
“Love is overrated.”
“Watch me.”
“I’ve missed this.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“You’re trembling.”
“I want an answer, goddammit!”
“It was you the whole time.”
“Tell me again.”
“This is why we can’t have nice things.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You don’t see me.”
“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
“You could have died.”
“Prove it.”
“I might never get another chance to say this.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Lie to me then.”
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
“We need to talk about what happened last night.”
“I never stood a chance, did I?”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I still remember the way you taste.”
“How much of that did you hear?”
“What happens if I do this?”
“Why are you whispering?”
“You make me want things I can’t have.”
“I don’t want to screw this up.”
“People are staring.”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”
“Stay with me.”
“Walk out that door and we’re through.”
“I hate how much I love you”
“Why are you so jealous?”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Just leave me alone.”
“I need some time.”
“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, ‘cause guess what? It did!”
“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
“Just talk to me.”
“Bite me.”
“If you insist.”
“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.”
“Why are you so nice to me?”
“We’ll get through this, I promise.”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“You’re mine. I don’t share.”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
“Make me.”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
“I think I forgot how to breath.”
“Stop biting your fucking lip!”
“You’re blushing.”
“I missed something didn’t I?”
“You come to my room and wake me up at 3 A.M, to cuddle?”
“Well, this is awkward.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You look like you need a hug.”
“Please come home, I miss you.”
“You’re so fucking adorable.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Let’s cuddle.”
“Sometimes I really don’t like you”
“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you ever since.”
“You’re seriously a child.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“Oh god, I need a drink”
“Do that again, I dare you.”
“I feel like I’m falling apart and nothing can fix me. Help me.”
“I can’t fucking believe you!”
“Never judge a book by its cover.”
“I was a bet?”
“I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”
“Baby, open the door.”
“Were you crying?”
“What have I done?”
“I never want to see you again!”
“You hurt me. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for what you did.”
“Will you marry me?”
“No matter where you go, how long you’re gone, even if you fall in love with someone else, I will always be here for you. Always.”
“You could lie to me, you could ignore me for days on end, hell, you could break my heart into a million pieces, but how could you cheat on me?”
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.
man child
a/n: i used my prompt list for this so you guys should go check that out and send in some requests because i’m drained of ideas... this title whole fic is shit in my opinion,,, @ tRiGgEreD
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: BaD wOrDs two of them
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“Is that my shirt?” Tom asked, watching you waddle around the kitchen with snacks piling in your arms.
“Yeah, sorry. I conveniently found it, and you know the saying, finders keepers,” you pouted at your mobster boyfriend, giving him puppy dog eyes.
“It looks better on you anyways,” he shrugged before setting up the movie.
You blushed, feeling a burst on tingles in your abdomen. Quickly brushing off his comment, you threw all the snacks at his blanket-clad body and settled beside him. He pulled the blanket over you, warmth enveloping you. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as his arm moved to wrap around your waist. You let yourself snuggle into his muscular body.
“I love you, Tommy,” you looked up at him, eye shining with admiration.
“I love you, too, darling,” he leaned down, placing kisses all over your face. “You’re fucking adorable,” you giggled as his words vibrated on your neck.
“Stop,” you whined, “pay attention to the movie.”
He glanced at the screen before bringing his attention back to you, “I like watching you more.”
Somehow, Tom had ended up snuggled in your lap and you were stroking his newly grown curls. You doubted he was watching the movie at all, he was most likely asleep. His eyes, indeed, were fluttering shut, relaxing at the feeling of your fingers massaging his head.
“Love, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” Tom pouted and whined like a child.
“How is it that you are one of the strongest mobsters out there, but you are a literal child?”
“I’m not a child,” he furrowed his brows, crossing his arms awkwardly.
“Sure, Tommy, sure,” you rolled your eyes, continuing to play with his hair.
He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms, only centimeters away from hitting your face.
“Let’s go to bed, baby,” you tapped his arm.
He let out a small ‘yay’ and threw you over his shoulder. Your ass stuck out and your Tom’s shirt started to slip off your petite frame.
“A child couldn’t carry you like this, could they?”
“A muscular child could,” you poked his back, cackling as he groaned.
during conferences
a/n: this is just a short blurb but it’s smut so... i also didn’t know how to end it... enjoy xx
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving)
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The voices of multiple men spilled into the conference room. Tom adjusted himself in his seat, giving you more access to his lap. You saw many pairs of legs appear under the table and you made sure to avoid bumping into any of them.
Your head faced Tom’s lap, rubbing his lap with a hand. His bulge grew and you pulled out his manhood. You took it in your hands, stroking it up and down before taking it in your mouth. You heard him start talking and used one of your hands to rub his testicles. His voice faltered a bit, but he picked up his voice again. You pulled him slightly out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. You felt his pre-cum drip onto your tongue and you giggled, sending vibrations down his cock. He reached down and gently pushed your head to take his entire length. You gagged but continued. Your hands stayed on his balls, massaging them. You moved faster, keeping your tongue in movement to give him more pleasure. He felt a tightness in his stomach, then his testicles. He shot his load into your mouth, leaving you with a mouthful of his cum. You could barely keep it all in your mouth, but you were still able to swallow it and wipe the dripping white liquid back into your mouth.
The sound of chairs being scraped against the floor filled your ears, and you looked around, seeing many of the men’s legs disappear. When there were no more pairs of legs left, Tom pushed his chair back, eyes filled with lust. He pulled you out from under the table and onto his lap.
“I have another meeting. It’s going to be in 5 minutes,” you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.
“Why are you so horny all of the time?” You giggled, turning to kiss his cheek.
“Well, I have a beautiful, hot girlfriend, so it’s truly hard to contain,” his hand moved to cup your ass. Raising your skirt, he felt your wetness drip onto his fingers, “No panties, love?” You nodded, gasping lightly.
He lifted you onto his hard length, making you shudder and let out a quiet moan. Your head leaned back onto his shoulder, and he placed gentle kisses on your neck.
“You gotta sit up, darling, the men are going to be here soon. Don’t want them to walk in to see you getting fucked by me, do you?” He whispered.
Just as you adjusted yourself to look natural, men walked into the room, bickering beyond one another.
“Good afternoon,” Tom said, voice loud and welcoming.
They all nodded at him, placing themselves in their seats. Tom’s hips raised, thrusting himself deep inside of you. Your mouth opened slightly, but you recovered, smiling at the rows of men.
“As you can see, my girlfriend will be joining us today for the meeting,” he informed the confused workers.
None of them argued, afraid of getting murdered. They continued their meeting, ignoring your presence.
Tom continued to thrust into you, talking smoothly. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep quiet or rest your head on his shoulder.
The meeting lasted, more so felt, longer than you wanted. You couldn’t hold back anymore moans for any longer, but luckily, the men were hurriedly exited the room. Once the last man left, Tom rapidly began thrusting into you.
“Such a good girl. Didn’t make a single noise. Gonna make sure you cum, alright darling?” His rasp voice sent tingles down your spine.
You nodded, murmuring, “Uh huh.”
He pounded into you, teasing your clit. You moaned out loudly, encouraging him to go faster. You felt a tightness in your lower core and you came with a loud yell of Tom’s name. He pulled out of you, cumming himself.
“Fuck, darling, felt so good,” he flipped you over to face him and placed a rough kiss on your lips.
“Thank you, Tommy,” your voice mumbled against his lips.
Hello! Please could you write something where the reader accidentally breaks something of Toms like his guitar or an award or something and gets really upset and worried that he’ll be mad but he’s not and he’s really soft and sweet 💔😭
irreplaceable
a/n: hello! so i’ve got a list of things i will be writing, so please be patient if you sent in a request... i’m working on a new fic every day because i don’t want to squeeze too much work into one day; these fics take me a while to write... anyways enjoy xx
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: mentions of blood, accidental injuries, angst, fluff
masterlist prompt list
You were browsing through Tom’s room, letting your eyes take a break from staring at a screen for too long. Of course you’ve been living with him since the quarantine, but you never took the time to look deeply through his room, seeing as you were always preoccupied with work or other things like Tom.
You walked over to the white shelf with many picture frames propped on top of it. Each one had a different picture of Tom, from when he was a baby to recent events. You picked up the crystal framed image. You examined him huddled with his family and Paddy standing in the front, all of them wearing their Brother’s Trust shirts. You admired how close together they looked. You loved your own family, but you couldn’t imagine having and being part of such an amazing family like Tom’s.
You smiled to yourself, forgetting about the picture in your hand. Tom had brought you into the family. He had always been there for you and so were the rest of the Hollands. Nikki treated you as if you were her daughter-in-law, as well as Dom. The Holland brothers were very close with you, befriending you the moment you were introduced. You sighed, full of content.
“Y/N-” Harry burst into the room.
You dropped the picture in your hand, listening to the loud shatter as it made contact with the wooden floor. You fell to your knees, trying to save as much as you could. Luckily, the image itself wasn’t harmed, but the frame was completely demolished. You tried to retrieve the chunks of crystals and put them together but some pieces were missing that you couldn’t find.
“Oh my god! Y/N!” The twin rushed over to you, trying to pull you off the ground.
Unbeknownst to you, you were kneeling on shards of broken glass. The pain was numbed by the fear and guilt you were feeling. Tears ran down your face, and you let out a loud sob.
“It’s alright,” Harry cooed, stroking your back, “Look, I need you to get up. Your legs are covered in blood.”
You refused, tugging your arm away when he gently gripped it. Unconsciously, you slammed your hand back into the mess of glass, cutting your hand as well.
“We need to get you cleaned up. It’s only a picture,” he said, trying to calm you.
You finally spoke, “Bu-But the frame was made of crystals. It must’ve been so expensive,” through blurred vision, you could see the mess you made, “and look at this mess.”
You were utterly ashamed of yourself. For all you know, that frame could’ve costed hundreds of dollars. It must’ve meant loads to Tom.
“He’s going to be so mad,” you whispered shaking your head in shame.
“Who? Tom?” You nodded. “That’s complete nonsense. Tom would never. He’ll forgive you if you tell him it was an accident, which it was.”
You gave in to Harry’s pleads, letting him clean the mess for you while you went to take a hot bath to calm yourself down. Only when you looked in the mirror had you seen what a mess you became. Blood was dripping from your knees and palms, looking like you committed a murder. After the bath, you were able to collect yourself and prepare yourself to confess to Tom. Still afraid he would be mad, you put on a pair of Nike Pro shorts with your own shirt. Usually you wore his shirts, but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
Harry had cleaned the scene to be completely spotless, as if nothing had happened at all. If Tom didn’t notice the missing picture, you could probably get away with it, but it would cruel of you to keep this a secret from him.
“Hey, Tommy,” your voice was quiet and shaking.
“Hello, love. How are you?” He looked up from his paperwork, smiling at you.
“G-Good,” you were looking everywhere but at him.
“Love, you’re bleeding,” he rushed up from his seat to examine your knees. He hadn’t seen your hands as they were hidden behind your back.
“Oh, I forgot to patch them up,” you laughed nervously. You couldn’t help but let tears fill your eyes, “I’ve gotta tell you something, Tommy.” He looked up at you, a frantic look on his face. You forced your tears back, “I-I broke your picture frame with the crystals!”
You expected him to burst and yell at you, telling you to get out, but instead, he furrowed his brows and sighed.
“That’s not important right now. You need to get these,” he tapped above your cuts, “wrapped up. I don’t want you to bleed out,” he rose from his kneeling stance, kissing you on your forehead.
“Are you not mad?” You asked, eyes shining with innocence.
“Of course not. Why would I be mad?”
“I broke your-” your breath hitched, “your frame,” you winced at the memory as it hurt you to say it.
“Darling, you are more important than a silly picture frame. I can get that replaced whenever I want. You, on the other hand, are irreplaceable,” he bopped your nose.
“Thank goodness,” you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing the side of your face against his chest.
He chuckled, stroking your back as you squeezed the air out of him.
“C’mon, darling, we’ve gotta get you fixed up, alright? Then you can have all the cuddles you want,” he pulled you off of him, lifting you bridal style back to his room.
“Mhm, and Tommy?” He looked at you, “My hands are also bleeding,” you lifted your hands, revealing your bloodied palms.
“We’ll fix those, too, love,” he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.
You saw Harry walk by and waved at him, smile radiating with happy energy. You might’ve waved too aggressively because blood flung from your palms and onto your clothes.
Tom chuckled at your adorableness, “And let’s change you into one of my shirts, hm?”
You nodded fervently like a child getting what they’ve been desiring for a while.
You had no idea how you ended with the fiercest mobster, yet softest boyfriend in the universe.
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
masterlist prompt list
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.
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
masterlist prompt list
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.
you lied
a/n: this is over 2000 words, so be warned... there are also going to be two different endings to this because i don’t know if i want to make it angst or fluff, teehee... i’ll leave the links at the end of this post :) but without further ado, enjoy the fic, my loves xx (also sorry for not updating for so long, school is a pain in the ass)
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: mentions of blood, angsty shit, swearing, mentions of fire arms/weapons
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You met Tom while you were on your morning jog. Your hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with bobby pins to hold down stray hairs. You were wearing a white sports bra paired with dark olive leggings. Earbuds were stuffed into your ears, muting the world out. Everything about the morning was normal -- normal streets, normal traffic, normal people -- that is until you jogged into a handsome stranger.
This handsome stranger was Tom.
That day, he gave you his number and set up a date with you. He complimented your figure, making you flush from embarrassment and admiration. You thought you looked hideous. Sweat was dripping from your forehead, and you were panting for air. Yet when you contradicted his compliment, he would bite back with more compliments.
Tom was the kindest, sweetest person you’ve ever met. He cared deeply for his friends and family. He’d literally risk it all to save his loved ones.
Something was kept hidden from you, though. Beneath the layers of his pure heart, he was a cold, ruthless yet cunning, man. He was the leader of the strongest mafia in London. Known for his skills, he was the most feared mobster.
To Tom, you were his life, his everything. He’d do anything for you. Ever since you ran into him on your jog, he made it his duty to make sure you were safe. You were his top priority, followed closely by relatives and friends. He didn’t want you to be in any danger, so he never told you about his business, but his plan failed miserably.
-
A bright smile was stretched across your face as you giddily got into your car. You were heading to Tom’s home, more so mansion, to surprise him.
He rarely brought you to his place, always insisting that your place was better. Never had it crossed your mind as suspicious, and to this day, it still doesn’t. Tom wasn’t a materialistic person and boasting about his belongings wasn’t something that he ever considered.
You drove into the driveway of the Holland Manor, admiring the design of the land. The home was gorgeous, as well as the drive to the front of the house. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach when you realized that you were almost before his doors. Only when you did see the doors, a sudden rush of nervousness filled your thoughts. The two of you had been dating for a little over 11 months now, but whenever you thought of or saw Tom, something inside you would snap. He was like a drug to you.
You neatly parked your car by the curb. Taking a few deep breaths, you stepped out of the vehicle and inhaled the fresh scent of the trees. You noticed men in black suits were standing beside the doors. They didn’t shift in their position.
These guys weren’t here before, were they? You thought.
Shrugging it off, you knocked lightly on the vast doors. No reply was given. You looked around for a doorbell but no where was it to be found. Choosing your last resort, you walked up to the black tuxedo-clad man standing to your right.
“Excuse me, sir?” You asked in a squeak. He grunted. “Is Tom Holland here?” He gave you an arched brow of suspicion. Quickly, you continued, “I’m his girlfriend, Y/N. I wanted to surprise him today,” even behind his black tinted shades could you tell that he was still eyeing you suspiciously, “I have his number and texts as evidence.”
“Let’s see it, then,” the man’s low voice vibrated in your ears.
You pulled out your phone and rushed to open your messages with Tom. Once you were successful, you thrust the screen into the man’s face. He scanned the messages and looked at the phone number. Finally satisfied, he pulled the door open with a harsh tug. Your mouth fell agape. You just needed to tug on the door.
Stepping into the building, you looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity. You noticed that there were more suited men patrolling the space.
Had something happened to Tom?
You rushed up the grand staircase to Tom’s room. You pushed the door open, but the room was empty. You turned to exit the room and accidentally walked into someone on your way out.
“Watch where you’re going,” a voice boomed.
You looked up at the person, meeting a pair of piercing blue eyes. You recognized his accent as the same as your boyfriend’s. You looked up at his caramel streaked brown hair, then back to his face. His jawline was defined like Tom’s.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” his voice broke your gaze.
You flushed and quickly looked away, “Ah- Sorry.”
“What were you doing in that room?” He was now eyeing you suspiciously, “Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N, Tom’s girlfriend,” you smiled as you said it.
He let out a dark chuckle, “Yeah, like I’d believe that. I would know if my best mate had a girlfriend.”
You felt a short lived pain in your heart. He didn’t tell his friend about your relationship?
“You’re coming with me,” the man grabbed your arms and held them together. His other hand patted you down, looking for something.
“W-What are you doing?” You asked nervously as he touched you.
“What d’you think?” Failing to find any weapons, he pulled out a sleek, black object. A gun.
You whimpered at the sight of it, trying to shift as far away from it as you could.
“Let’s go,” he growled, holding both wrists together behind your back.
You obliged, afraid of his power. You didn’t know what was going on.
As you put the pieces together, you realized: Tom was robbed.
Tears began rolling down your cheeks as you reached another large set of doors. The man behind you kicked the door open, gun still pointed at your head. A metallic smell stung your nose.
“Found this one looking through your room. Thought she could be working for Davis,” he said to the darkness.
A silhouette of what looked like a man came walking towards you. You were shoved into a chair, and a dim light lit up the room. The first thing you saw was a bloodied man tied to his chair. A loud sob ripped from your lips.
“Y/N?” A familiar British voice filled your ears.
Hesitantly, you looked in the direction which the voice came. You saw your brunette boyfriend standing ahead of you, fists covered in blood. You felt like you were going to be sick.
“What are you doing here?” Tom asked, checking if you were injured at all.
“You know this girl?” The other Brit sounded.
Tom murmured something to the man, and the man gasped.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You know the hell why,” Tom snapped.
You started to feel faint. Why was Tom beating up some random guy in a dark room? What was he hiding from you? Did you even know who the real him was?
“Darling, look at me. Take deep breaths,” you tried, but you couldn’t. The smell of blood made you feel even worse. You gagged, “I know it doesn’t smell good, but I can’t have you fainting on me right now.”
“I- Leave. Leave now,” you managed to say.
“Haz, get her out of here,” the rest he said in a whisper so you couldn’t hear.
You felt someone lift you from your seat and carry you out of the room. You were lightly dropped onto a soft cushion.
“I’m so sorry about earlier. I really didn’t know,” a soft voice said to your dazed figure.
“S’alright,” you murmured without realizing.
It took you a while to regain your state of normality, but when you did, everything came rushing back to you. Tom had beat someone almost to their death. His best friend stuck a gun to your head.
You shot up from your seat. You turned on your heal and rushed to get out of the house.
“Where are you going?” Haz asked you.
“I remembered that I left something back at my flat. I need to go get it, but don’t worry, I’ll be back,” you lied urgently, hoping to get out as fast as possible.
“Why are you in such a rush?” He eyed you as he did before, reading you like a book.
“I’m not in a rush,” you scoffed, “Just want to get my...” you contemplated for a moment, “my gift for Tom as quick as possible.”
“Nice try, darling,” he rolled his eyes. His eyes scanned your face, “You’re afraid,” tears began to pile in your eyes, “He’s never told you about this, hasn’t he?” You shook your head, no, “Oh, darling, come here.” He opened his arms and gave you a sympathetic smile.
Without hesitance, you rushed into his arms, crying into his white shirt. Although you were still afraid of him, you couldn’t help but hug him. You needed comforting at the moment, and no one else was here to do so.
“It’s alright. I understand how you feel. When I found out my father was in this...” he thought for the right word, “business, I reacted much like you, except for the running away part.”
You sniffled into his shirt, “I-I’m afraid.”
“I know you are, love, but Tom will come out and explain everything to you,” he gently stroked your hair.
You flinched at Tom’s name, “No. I want to go, and I want to go now.”
Harrison sighed, “Alright. I shouldn’t be letting you run, but I’m nice,” a small giggle slipped from your lips, “Stay safe, alright?” You nodded, ecstatic to be leaving.
Before you left, you remembered you never caught his name, “Um- Haz?” He hummed in response, “I never really caught your full name...”
“Oh, right. I’m Harrison Osterfield, but my friends call me Haz,” he smiled.
“Are we friends?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.
“Whatever you want, darling,” he felt himself melting under your adorable gaze. It was just too hard to resist.
“Alrighty, Hazza. We are friends now,” you said, amusement glazing your tone.
He chuckled and told you to go if you still wanted to leave. Sadly, you went your way, leaving Harrison to watch as you grew into a smaller dot with each step you took.
-
You waved goodbye to the man who helped you into the home and rushed back to your car. You started the vehicle as fast as your body allowed and zoomed off. You didn’t even look back to admire the beautiful property. The only thing on your mind was getting out of there.
You’d been dating practically a stranger for 11 months. It was all a facade. Who knows what he would’ve done to you if the two of you got into a fight.
-
That night, as you cuddled in bed, flashes of the bloodied man and Tom’s bloodied fists filled your mind. You were constantly pinching yourself awake to avoid the visions. Occasionally, in your dazed state, your mind wandered to Tom, thinking about what he was doing at the moment, but you always slapped yourself on the cheek to snap out of it.
-
Back at the Holland Manor, Tom was punching things left and right. He was mad at Harrison for letting you run away. He was mad at himself for keeping this a secret from you for so long. He was just afraid that other competing mobsters would kidnap you and use you against him.
His hands pulled at his curls in frustration. He couldn’t stop seeing the look of fear on your face you’d given him back in his office. You looked so terrified for your life, yet he could still see the concern for him bubbling in your eyes.
Tom couldn’t stand the guilt, so he drove to your flat at 2:18 in the morning.
-
You heard a knocking at the door and felt your stomach drop. Who would be at the door at this time?
Then, you heard a muffled voice.
“Darling, it’s me, Tom, please let me in.”
You stayed put in your bed, ignoring the pulling in your chest that told you to open the door.
Less than a minute later, you heard the door click open. The pounding in your chest became quicker and louder. This time, it wasn’t sympathy, it was fear. You reached for the pepper spray hidden in the corner of your room and quietly backed into the furthest corner to the door and closest to the window. You unlocked the hinges of your window, prepared for the escape.
Your bedroom door creaked open and a familiar face peaked in from the crack. You felt yourself automatically relax, but you kept the pepper spray up.
Tom stepped into your room, hands in the air, “I’m not going to hurt you, love, I just came to explain.”
He tried moving closer to you, but you yelled, “Don’t come any closer!”
He flinched from your tone and the pain that struck his heart.
“Explain from there,” you nudged your head to the other side of the bed.
“If it makes you feel safer, then I will,” he stepped behind the bed. “Look, love, what you saw earlier wasn’t me just beating up some random guy-”
“It sure looked like it! Blood was on your fists, Tom. Your fists! Not yours but his,” you yelped, realizing how bad it sounded out loud.
“I know, love, I know, but I have a reason for it,” he tried to explain in a calm tone.
“You have a reason for beating someone up? Like what? Did he make you mad? Did he hurt your ‘wittle’ heart? You have no-”
“I do! I’m a fucking mobster, all right? Not just any. No, I’m the strongest mobster in London!” He shouted at you.
You whimpered at his temper, afraid that he would hurt you. Your arms faltered but stayed frozen in place. You scrunched up your face and closed your eyes, leaning into the wall as much as you could.
“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.
! angst ending | fluff ending !
you lied / end it all | angst ending
a/n: this is one alternate ending to the fic ‘you lied,’ so if you want, you can check out the fluffy ending at the link below! also read ‘you lied’ first because this is the ending... enjoy xx
warnings: one swear word, big time angst
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! you lied read first | fluff ending !
“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.
“Well it’s a little late for that isn’t it,” you snapped, face glowing red with rage.
“I know I shouldn’t’ve lied to you, but I really do love you, I swear,” he looked at you solemnly.
“I don’t doubt that, but you lied to me for 11 months. Hell, I even thought about moving in with you and marrying you and having children with you!” You spat, disgusted by the idea.
“We can still have that future. Just put down the pepper spray and come with me,” he said slowly, cautious to not trigger you to spray him.
“I’m not going to marry someone who murders people when they get mad! And I’m sure as fuck that I would never have children with you! I wouldn’t want my children to grow up like you: a monster,” you glared at him.
Tom felt his heart shatter into a million pieces in his chest. He never imagined you ever being this cruel and cold-hearted. To him, you were always sunshine and rainbows. He wanted the same future with you as you imagined, but he ruined it all by lying.
“All right,” he finally gave in, “you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”
“Ye-Yeah, go! Go back to whatever torture you were performing because I don’t care! I-I never cared! Leave,” you laughed at his back, lies slipping through your lips.
“Don’t go, please don’t. I love you, too. I do care, a lot at that. Stay.”
It was too late. The time you spent together and wondering about your future were all a waste. It’s crazy how one lie can end it all.
you lied / forever and always | fluff ending
a/n: this is one ending that you can choose from, the other is angst... if you haven’t read ‘you lied,’ go check read it before you read this at the link below... enjoy xx
warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, did i mention fluff?
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! you lied read first | angst ending !
“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.
The pepper spray can fell from your grip, and your knees buckled, causing you to topple over. Tom caught you before you could hit the floor. You sobbed in his shoulder, murmuring inaudible words.
“I’m here for you, love, I always am,” he whispered, stroking your back.
“I’m sorry,” you cried.
“You shouldn’t be. If anything I should be the one apologizing,” he muttered into your hair.
A loud sob ripped from your lips once more, and Tom felt his heart painfully slowly breaking. He knew he deserved it, though.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, darling,” he pulled you out of the hug to allow your eyes to meet.
You blinked at him innocently, eyes red rimmed with tears slipping from the edges. With his the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the droplets before placing kisses on both your cheeks, traveling to your lips. You half-giggled and half-hiccuped at the gesture.
“Listen, love, please don’t be afraid or ashamed of me,” you nodded in response.
You sat for a moment, then softly laughed, “Who knew my soft boyfriend was a vicious mobster?”
He laughed with you, feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Suddenly, your laughter came to a halt.
“You lied to me, Tommy. Please don’t do it ever again,” you murmured, pouting at him with a seriousness in your tone.
“So, are you afraid of me?” He looked at you with his irresistible puppy dog eyes.
Placing your small hand to his face, you caressed his cheek, “I could never be afraid of you... well, maybe. You’re very scary after a night without cuddles or calls and when you don’t get your ‘big boy’ meals.”
“Am not,” he whined like a child.
“Am too,” you booped his nose.
The banter went on for minutes until Tom suggested that both of you get some rest. Not wanting him to leave, you grasped his arm tightly and yanked him into bed with you.
“Cuddles, pwease?” You whispered in a baby voice.
Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Of course, bub.”
He held you close to his chest, breathing in your sent.
“You know that I love you, right?” He said, voice hoarse.
“Forever and always,” you muttered into his shirt. The two of you laid in silence for a while until you spoke up, “You know that I love you, right?” You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Forever and always, my love.”
stay away from me
a/n: if this has many errors in it, i’m sorry, i wrote this while i was half-asleep... alright i’m sleeping, goodnight x
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: angst, infidelity, swearing
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You excitedly skipped to Tom’s office, having a surprise set up for him. You reached the doors of the room and lightly knocked on the door.
No response,
You pressed your ear against the door and knocked again. You heard a muffled noise coming from inside and chose to open the door.
The sight you saw before you broke your heart.
Tom was pounding another woman on his desk.
A loud sob ripped from your lips, catching Tom’s attention. The moment you locked eyes with him, you ran off in hurt, disgust, betrayal.
“Y/N, wait!” You heard him call after you.
You didn’t listen. You kept your pace and rushed to back to your vehicle, but you were too late.
“Y/N, please,” Tom’s hand grabbed your wrist.
Quickly, you snatched your arm out of his grip. Looking at him disgusted you. The man you trusted with your life had just cheated on you with some- some- some slut!
“I’m sorry, I- she just offered herself to me, and I haven’t gotten some from you in a while, seeing as you’re so busy now-” he began.
You scoffed, “Don’t blame this on me. Don’t blame it on that girl. This is on you.”
“I know, but I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again. Just please down leave me, I can’t lose you,” he tried to step closer to you, but you only stepped further away from him.
“Stay away from me,” you hissed, “And besides, you lost me when I saw you fucking that other girl.” You spoke your final words and got into your car, locking it immediately. You could see Tom complaining from the corner of your eye, but you pulled out of the position you were in as fast as you could.
Tom stared longingly at your car as you became a smaller dot the further you drove away.
a stupid mistake
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a/n: sorry for the month long hiatus... i’ve been stress recently with not having many friends and moving along with my school,,, it’s also my first anniversary of starting this tumblr so look out for that (it should be this friday i think)... enjoy the angsty fic ♥︎
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: cursing, sO much AngSt, slight slut-shaming, light violence, pure fluff at the end uwu
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It all started with your forgetfulness. You were stressed and worried because of Tom. You knew how dangerous it was for him to be running the strongest mob in England. Worries littered your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but be forgetful.
You didn’t understand how Tom could’ve gotten so infuriated about you forgetting to lock the front door of your flat. Yes, you knew he was only caring for your well-being, but his reaction was excessive.
“Fuck, Y/N, you could’ve gotten into serious danger! What if a rival mob came here and took you away? Do you realize how careless you’re being?” Tom shouted at you, fists clenched.
You looked at him with wide, watering eyes, “I-It was just a stupid mistake. Besides, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
He scoffs, laughing at your counter. A hand moves from his hips and runs through his gelled, brunette locks. He saunters over to the fireplace, looking at the picture frames of moments you shared together. With another chuckle, he sent the frames crashing to the floor.
You flinched at the resonating sound.
“A stupid mistake,” he whispers to himself, “Would it’ve been stupid if someone kidnapped you and used you against me?”
You opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by his seething stare.
“I know that you’re still here. You got lucky, so what? Do you want them to take you away? Are you with me to whore around with other mobs?” He spat.
You looked up at your boyfriend, hurt accented your features.
“I would never use anyone to whore around, especially not with you. I can’t believe you would even say that. Out of all people, I’d think you’d know me best. I guess I was wrong,” you murmured the end, arms hugging yourself.
You heard his footsteps approaching you. Your eyes were trained on the crystal droplets on the wooden floor. Tears were uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks and onto the ground. When you knew Tom wasn’t looking, you would quickly wipe them away. To your dismay, you knew his eyes were locked on you, giving you leeway to dry your tears.
“I don’t think you should be talking back to me,” he gripped one of your arms tightly, “I’ve given you everything you could dream for, and this is how you repay me? By making yourself a free target?”
“I’m sorry, I forgot,” you spoke weakly.
“You forgot? You have nothing to do. You’re living your life off of me. You can do whatever the hell you want, whenever you want. So, please, tell me how you could forget a task as simple as locking the door?” He placed a finger at your chin, forcing your red-rimmed eyes to meet his.
Your lips shook as you said nothing but stared into his raging eyes. Whoever this man ahead of you was, it certainly wasn’t your boyfriend. Your Tom. This Tom was the man behind mysterious disappearances and stomach turning murders.
This wasn’t an argument between to lovers anymore; it was an interrogation between a surprised victim and the devil.
A whimper escaped your lips, following strings of sobs. Your tears flowed freely, drenching your face. You closed your eyes to avoid the man’s stare, but it was all you could see.
You could feel his grip loosen and took the opportunity to run. You bolted up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and made sure to lock it.
You could hear his loud footsteps nearing the door and decided to reinforce the door by placing a chair against it. Feeling slightly secured, you jumped into your bed and buried yourself under the sheets.
A gentle knock sounded, “Y/N, darling?”
You pulled your pillow into the sheets and wrapped your head with it, attempting to block out his voice.
Tom was the last person you wanted to think about at that moment and time, but he was stuck in your mind. His piercing stare was engraved in your memory.
Another knock.
“Love? If you can hear me, I’m sorry. I overreacted. I really love and care for you and knowing that you’re in danger because of me breaks my heart. I’m so sorry if I scared you earlier. Please open the door,” he spoke softly.
You pulled the pillow harder and squeezed your eyes shut, holding back your tears. You were silently begging for him to leave you alone. Fortunately, after waiting a bit longer, you were met with complete silence.
The silence was disturbed by the faint sound of key jangling and a chair scraping against the floor.
You scrunched yourself into a tighter ball as if it would shield and hide you.
“Y/N?” Tom looked at the lump on the bed.
You heard rustling and felt the bed dip under his weight. A light hand was placed on your shoulder and began to stroke you in an attempt to comfort you.
“I’m really, truly am sorry. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I’m just worried about you. If anything happens to you, it’s on me. It’s because I failed to protect you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing you got hurt because of me.” Failing to get a response from you, he continued, “I don’t deserve you. You’re a blessing in disguise, my blessing in disguise. I remember those dark days before I met you. Training drained all of my energy and left me feeling weak and unworthy of life. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror whilst getting ready. Everything felt dull. Then, I met you. You brought the happiness back into my life. I felt so... so complete, so full of life. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if I’d even be here, today. You saved me. You, the love of my life.”
You relaxed under him and peeked your head out under the sheets. You looked at him with soft, admiring eyes. He looked back at you with adoring eyes, flashing you a gracious smile.
“Please believe me, love. I know I hurt you, and I know what I said was wrong, but I love you with all my heart. You can leave me if you want; it’s what I deserve, anyways,” his eyes filled with tears, and he looked away, avoiding your gaze.
As a tear rolled down his cheek, you reached out and wiped it away. He looked at you, shocked.
“I love you, too,” you whispered earnestly.
With a laugh, he dropped himself on top of you, enveloping you in his arms. He placed kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
“Tommy, stop,” you blushed, pushing him away. With a more serious tone in your voice, you spoke, “I forgot to lock the door because I was worried about you, Tommy. You’ve been working so hard, recently, and when you come with those deep dark circles under your eyes, it breaks my heart. I’m sorry for being so careless. I must’ve caused unnecessary panic.”
He softens at your reasoning and caresses your cheek, “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. If I’d known you were worried for me, I wouldn’t’ve reacted that way. I’m so sorry.”
“From now on, can we talk things out peacefully? I hate fighting with you,” you pouted at the brunette.
“I agree,” he smiled, “Now, let’s just cuddle and sleep away the day. Would you like that?”
“I would,” you replied before reaching up to kiss him, only to miss.
Chuckling, he leaned down and completed the kiss for you.
Love your writing
If you have time please write some soft #mob!tom
failed surprises
pairing: soft mob!tom x reader
genre: angst, mostly fluff
warnings: y/n worrying about tom, sobbing, holding each other, soft comforting with tom
a/n: i’m not really back from my hiatus but i just wanted to give you guys something to read,,, enjoy i guess
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You sat quiet and alone in your large, shared bedroom. The television ahead of you shone brightly, but you paid it no mind. Your eyes were glued to your phone, reading each text Tom had sent you before going on his “business trip.” You hadn’t heard from him for days, and knowing his job, there was a possibility he wouldn’t come back.
how’s my darling? i hope you’re safe and healthy. i wish i could be with you. don’t stay up too late. i love you! goodnight baby ♡
sent: 1:39 A.M. September 29, 2020
Tears rolled down your face as the dark thoughts sunk deeper into your mind. You tried your best to fight away these thoughts, but you were too weak. You were fatigued, worried, and depressed. You could easily drown in your emotions, and you did.
The soft hums from the television were interrupted by your heart-wrenching sobs. You clutched your phone close to your chest and let your tears flow freely.
Unbeknownst to you, though, was that the man you yearned so deeply for was standing right outside of your door.
Tom had planned on surprising you, not texting you about the date of his arrival. He thought that it would be a fun, pleasant gift to surprise you with his presence, but once he heard your pained cries coming from your shared room, he immediately regretted his plan.
Dropping the flowers he held in his hands, he opened the door to see you laying on your side, the television’s brightness lighting you multiple different colors.
He rushed over to your side, holding your shaking body in his arms.
“It’s alright, darling, I’m here,” you immediately responded to the sound of his voice, cuddling further into the familiar scent.
“Tommy,” your voice squeaked.
His hand reached to the top of your head and began to stroke your hair, “I’m here, love, I’m back.”
“You’re back,” you hiccuped.
“That’s right, love. I’m so sorry for worrying you. I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you. That’s why I didn’t talk to you for these past few days,” he placed a kiss at the top of your head.
Reassured that he was in no harm not that you expected him to get hurt, i mean look at him, your tears came to a halt, and a smile made its way onto your lips. You stretched yourself upwards and stole a quick kiss from Tom, making him blink in shock.
“You’re stupid,” you said blatantly, “If you wanted to surprise me, you should’ve stayed in contact with me. I get that you spoil things a lot, but you really know how to worry a woman.”
“I do not spoil things easily,” he pouted, furrowing his brows.
“So you’re telling me that you didn’t ruin your own Valentine’s Day plan by accidentally telling me a week earlier?” You arched a brow at him, fully knowing he couldn’t deny it.
“Ugh, fine, I admit I messed up that once, but-” you cut him off with another one of his mishaps.
“And that time, on my birthday-” you’re cut off abruptly by Tom’s rushed acknowledgements.
“Okay, okay, so I do spoil things a lot. You still love me, though,” he smirked, kissing the tip of your nose.
“That I do,” you giggled, cheeks flushing a rose red.
The two of you sat in each other’s embrace, the sound of the your quiet television humming keeping the room from being silent.
Tom admired your puffy, pink cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, staring at your beautiful figure. He loved every part of you, from every flaw to perfection.
“What?” You squirmed under his gaze.
“Nothing,” he smiled softly, “’m just grateful to have met such an amazing girl, even have the chance to make her mine forever.”
As he talked about you, you swore you could see his eyes twinkling with love and admiration. You hoped your eyes shone like his when you looked at him.
Oh, how the two of you were whipped, in your own world, loving each other with all of your life.
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.
Can you please please do one where mob Tom has to go on like a business meeting for like two months or something and can’t have contact with y/n and in those two months she starts working out and loses a bit of weight and he comes home all proud SMUT PLEASEE Im trying to lose weight and I would literally cry if someone was proud of my weight loss
two-for-one reward
❧ prompt: hard work always pays off, and the prize you get always varies
❧ pairing: mob!tom x reader
❧ genre: suggestive, fluff
❧ warnings: one curse word shit, mentions of hickeys, mentions of horniness, suggestive ending
❧ a/n: i decided to write this for the upcoming week because i have my finals and a lot of work to do for school that i’m stressed about oops so hopefully this’ll be enough content for now. i personally am also exercising, and may i just say, it’s the most rewarding thing ever. tips that i can give are to be do it for yourself and not others, as well as not to put yourself down. don’t stress about your results or not seeing improvement. you’re doing great as it is, and you should be proud that your taking action. i also did not write any smut in this for i don’t feel comfortable writing in such genre anymore, especially because i haven’t been dabbling in that area for a while. like i said in my other post, i will try to return to writing nsfw works, but for now, i will only be writing suggestive. i am so sorry :( i hope the suggestiveness is enough. enjoy xx
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Two weeks ago, Tom had to go on a trip for his business. Though he considered bringing you along, he didn’t want to involve you in the mob business further than you already were. He left you in the safety of his mansion, accompanied by many of his most trusted men. As much as he wanted to leave Harrison, Sam, or Harry with you, he needed them to come along with him on this mission as backup.
Within the two weeks he had been gone, you had too much free time on your hands. Not being allowed to leave his property or invite friends over, you were left with barely any sources of entertainment.
One day, though, as you were walking down the large halls, two of Tom’s men trailing behind you, you noticed a room you never ventured in before. Letting your curiosity and boredom lead you, you made your way over to the opaque door. Placing a hand on the metal of the door handle, you winced at the chill that spiked the palm of your hand. Pulling the door open, you were met with a rack of weights placed beside the wall and a treadmill beneath a large television. Walking further into the room, on your right, there was a long pool filled with crystal, teal water.
Turning to the men behind you, you asked, “Who’s gym is this?”
“Mr. Holland’s, of course,” one spoke up, “we usually aren’t allowed in here, though.”
Looking at the large mirror wall, you looked at your physique. You didn’t need to lose weight, as your body was already perfect as it was, but you could improve your muscle strength and stamina. With that, you decided that within the two weeks, to fill your time, you would work out everyday for hours on end.
At the beginning of this strengthening journey, you were fatigued much more easily than you were compared to the end of the two week span. You ended every jogging session with your hands supporting your body on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, chest heaving as you panted for air. You could barely hold a plank for 15 seconds, and your arms were established to be weaker than you imagined as you dipped down to do your first pushup. Legs bending into a squat, you felt your thighs shaking by the time you reached twentieth rep. Every time you ended every workout, you felt rewarded and were proud when you looked in the mirror to see your figure tightening.
By the thirteenth day, and final day to yourself, you were much stronger and could hold yourself up for much longer. For the short amount of time you had exercised for, your results were extraordinary. You were much skinner and toned than you were when you began.
That night, you fell asleep in the empty bed once more, your excitement over Tom coming back keeping you awake but the fatigue overpowered it and lulled you to sleep.
The next morning, you woke bright and early, changing into a long-sleeved, green, lettuce-edged, wrap shirt paired with straight denim jeans. Doing your hair up into a ponytail, you applied a layer of toner and lotion to your face, finishing your look off with a lightly tinted chapstick.
Rushing down the hallway, you heard the doors opening, followed by the familiar, accented voices.
You saw Tom taking big strides down the corridor you were practically sprinting through and jumped into his arms, shouting, “Tommy!”
“Woah, darling,” he chuckled as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck, “I missed you. I guess you missed me too?”
You only nodded in response.
Putting you back onto your feet, Tom looked you up and down, eyes surveying your body, “You look different,” you gave him a look, “In a good way,” he rushed to add on. “You look slimmer and more fit. Did you workout while I was gone? Or am I imagining shit?”
“Actually, i’m quite glad you noticed, but in fact, I did lose weight. I discovered your gym early on and decided to fill my time by working out,” you smiled proudly.
“Not that I didn’t love your body before, you look so hot right now. Would it be weird if I said I’m a little bit turned on?” He asked, a shy grin resting on his face.
“It definitely would be...” you paused for a moment, taking in Tom’s disgruntled expression, “weird if you hadn’t mentioned it. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
Smirking, he lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the nearest vacant room he could find. His lips were already latched to yours, and, carrying you with one arm, he used his empty hand to strip you from your shirt.
“I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled onto your neck before sucking on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark behind.
As the day progressed, many more marks were left all over your body that nobody, except for Tom, would be allowed to see: a prize given from Tom for your hard, impressive work.
Hi! I've recently discovered your blog and I love it 😍. I was also wondering, if you could write a fic (obviously if you like the idea, no pressure at all) where the reader is a an assassin, in love with mob!tom. Her last mission was a failure and she came home injuried. Tom was scared to death because she didn't text him or call him (obviously). She was trying to help Tom with his business but she underestimates the other mob. Tom helps her cleaning the wounds, they argued at first but I'm a puddle for happy endings. Thank you for your time, have a nice day 🥰🥰🥰
her blood-stained bodysuit
❧ prompt: all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react?
❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader
❧ genre: angst, fluff, action (?)
❧ warnings: mentions of blood, mild gore, fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of hickey, language
❧ a/n: though i should’ve worked on my script for my final, i worked on this instead. i’m not procrastinating, i have everything planned out lmao nah. this fic wasn’t supposed to be as “gore-y” as it came out as, but, like, it’s whatever. hope you enjoyed this fic because i worked on it for like three days lmao. alright bye xx
part 2!
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Walking into the run-down building, you gripped your gun tightly, eyes open for any sudden attacks. Your ears strained as they listened for any sounds.
You were suited in an all-black bodysuit, handgun holster around your waist. Your hair had been tightly tied into a bun, no loose hair out to get in your face. A mask had covered half of your face, hiding your identity.
You barely knew the place you were heading into, but you knew it enough to assassinate your target and escape. You had planned the entire event out. First, you’d rid the place of any cameras and enemy attackers. Then, you’d set a distraction opposite to where you were heading. Finally, once you reached your destination, you’d quickly shoot your target, leaving them a milli-second to breathe before falling cold to the ground. Your escape was easy. You’d climb out of the window and fall right into your vehicle, allowing yourself a fast escape.
As you stepped into the dark, musty building, you saw the first cameras you needed to shoot out. What didn’t occur to you was the loud echo traveling through the entire building: your first mistake.
You continued on, hiding when you saw the first sign of your enemy’s men but continuing once they passed. Unexpectedly, when you began to carry yourself further, you felt a presence watching you. The butt of your gun swung back, hitting someone in the side. They let out a loud groan, alerting everybody nearby. You quickly shot the man dead, rushing to the nearest exit. Unfortunately for you, there was no path for you to escape. There were men in every exit you planned to use when in case of an emergency.
It was like they already knew you were coming.
Deciding to take your chances, you ran, shooting and dodging bullets being shot your way. Luckily, you were a trained assassin with much experience. You found yourself at an exit when someone was able to land a shot in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you perspired on, not letting them take you in. Throwing the broken-down doors shut, you limped your way to the doors out of the building. Thinking you had escaped all the men, you let your guard down for a second to tend to your wounded leg.
In the midst of your pain, you didn’t notice the man coming up from behind you. He threw a harsh hit to your head, knocking you off balance. With your already injured leg, you fell over easily, head hitting the rugged ground beneath you. You felt a sharp pain spike the side of your head before feeling a warm liquid run down the side of your face.
Reaching a hand up to feel the warm liquid, you saw red and fired your gun at the grinning man above you. You shot him dead, bullets continuously lodging into his chest. His shirt soaked with his blood.
“Asshole,” you muttered before getting back on your way.
When you finally reached your car, you took off as fast as you could, knowing that if you didn’t get going, they would be trailing you all the way back.
-
Tom was in his office, reading over some papers when the door abruptly opened. He snapped his head up in anger, knowing that his men knew not to barge in without knocking or they’d face the consequences.
“You better have a good reason as to why-” when he saw Harrison panting and wide-eyed, he paused, worry taking over his thoughts. “What happened?”
“Y/N’s missing,” the blonde said, breathlessly.
“What do you mean missing?” Tom asked, attention fully on Harrison.
“She isn’t in her room or the gym. I’ve tried calling her multiple times, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Haz explained.
“Fuck,” Tom whispered, rushing out of his office to find you.
-
You threw the car door shut, feeling hazy at the loss of blood. Holding your head in pain, you limped before the doors of your home before falling over, vision going black.
-
“Tom, the system says someone’s entered the code into the gate,” Haz said as he saw the notification pop up on the security system.
“That has to be her,” Tom said before running to the home’s main doors.
Pulling open the large door, he was revealed to your limp body laying on the cold floor, with dried blood covering you and fresh blood tangled in your hair. For a moment, Tom assumed the worst and thought you were dead, when he brought himself back to logicality. He placed two fingers to your neck, successfully locating your weak pulse. He let out a happy sigh but remembered that you were still bleeding heavily and needed to be treated right away.
He lifted you up in his arms, carrying you into your shared room. He passed a concerned-looking Harrison, telling him to get the medical supplies.
-
You woke to the feeling of a wet cloth wiping down your cheek. Flinching away from the contact, your eyes weakly shot open to see your brunette boyfriend.
“Tom,” your voice came out weak and hoarse.
“Shh, darling, you need to rest,” he silenced you as he wiped you clean from your blood.
Tom wasn’t mad at you, only a bit frustrated. He wondered why you put yourself at such risk. He knew you to make logical, smart decisions, but here you were, lying in bed severely drained of your blood. He sighed aloud at your recklessness.
His weight lifting off the bed, he stood to put away the bloody towelette, shaking his head as he was consumed by his own thoughts. You watched his back, and you could practically see the disappointment radiating off of him.
“I know I fucked up alright?” You croaked, sighing in shame.
“It’s just so unlike you to be so, so-” a hand reached up to massage his temples, “Just be more careful next time.”
“No,” you bit back, hearing the irritation in his voice, “please, finish your sentence.”
“It doesn’t matter what I was going to say becau-”
You cut him off, “It does matter. What were you going to say about me?” You suddenly felt a surge of energy run through your veins.
“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me right now? You need to rest,” he tried to tuck you under the covers, only to be pushed away by a weak hand.
“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. I just want to know what you thought about me,” you snapped.
“Fine, if you want to know so much, I was going to say reckless. It’s so unlike you to be so reckless. There, I said it,” he fired back, annoyed by your consistent nagging.
You scoffed in disbelief, “I was not being reckless. I had a plan, a well-thought out plan at that, but they somehow intercepted it. I can’t predict things like that happening. At least I had a backup plan or I wouldn’t be here right now.”
You shifted in bed, trying to sit upright, flinching when your head spun at the sudden movement. You grabbed the aching side, trying to subdue the pain.
“Lay down. You’re only going to hurt yourself more, if you sit up,” the accented voice said demandingly.
You sneered at the demand but listened, regardless.
“I know what I’m doing, you know? I’m a well-trained assassin, not to mention one of the best ones yet,” you said in a hushed tone.
“I know that. That’s why I’m confused about how you came back so heavily injured. I expected you to know better,” he huffed, turning the light of the room off.
The last comment had hit you harder than you expected. You knew he had high expectations of you, but you never thought he would put you down for messing up once.
Glancing at his silhouette, you never felt as much dislike for a person than you did Tom, at that moment. You liked being critiqued but not insulted. Your line of work was very important, and your pride was big.
He slid into his space beside you, laying flat on his back, arms crossed over the covers. You remained laying on your side beside him, not sparing him a glance.
A wet streak slid down the side of your nose, another following over the bridge of your nose. Reaching a hand up to wipe the liquid away, you realized it was your tears. You tried to quietly sniffle away your tears, but Tom heard them clearly in the radio silent room.
You weren’t supposed to be weak. You weren’t supposed to shed tears late at night. You were an assassin for fuck’s sake.
“You know, I was doing it for you,” you whispered. “I was trying to get rid of that stupid asshole that’s been targetting you this entire time,” your tears began to come down harder.
“Darling, why would you do that? As much as I appreciate it, I’d prefer it more if you came home safely and not bleeding out,” he spoke, turning to wrap an arm around your waist.
“I just wanted to help,” you sniffled, cuddling into his warmth.
“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I was just worried about you,” he murmured as he planted wet kisses on your bare shoulder.
“I know, but it still hurt,” you replied, lifting a hand up to wipe away your excess tears.
“I’m sorry, princess. Can you forgive me?” His lips attacked the supple skin of your neck, gently sucking and leaving a purple mark behind.
You hummed, a hand snaking behind you to push him away, “Yes, I forgive you. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”
“Alright, love. Let’s sleep,” he smiled into your neck, arms encasing you in a warm hug, and before you knew it, you fell into a deep sleep.