Snamzjjs ok I just finish going through the blurbs for MMIH (love it btw) so ok if you’re still doing those blurbs could you do one of the first time Tom and reader have sex after she’s had the kids? Like it’s all fluffy and sensual cuz he wants to be gentle with her and make sure she’s ok and not uncomfortable cuz her body changed
Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
Match made in Hell (series)
Passion
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, lactation kink, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
“They're asleep.” Tom says as he walks in your bedroom bare chested in just his grey sweatpants after checking up on your twins in the nursery.
“You're the best, daddy.” You snickered from inside your covers on the bed. It was Tom's idea that you say daddy and mommy in front of your babies so that it would be their first words and you were having quite some fun teasing him about that.
He shakes his head smiling and gets inside the covers pulling you closer. “Anything for you my mama bear.” He kisses you deeply, pressing you against his body and you wince.
“What's wrong?” Tom pulls back with concern.
“Nothing, it's just my boobs. They are killing me.”
Tom looked down at your full and round breasts. He cupped them both in his hands and started to gently massage them. “Want daddy to make you feel better, princess?”
“Yes please, daddy.” You whimpered. Tom didn't have to be told twice as he pulled down your nightdress. He didn't think you could get any more beautiful but he was proved wrong. Your body grew stunning more than ever— curvy and voluptuous. His hungry eyes feasted upon your tight swollen breasts, nipples large and darker than usual. They started to leak with the slight stimulation of cold air against your warm skin.
Supporting a breast in his palm he closes his mouth around a nipple. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around it and the milk begins to flow, filling his mouth with your sweetness.
You let out a soft moan of relief. That moan reaches directly down his pants as his cock thickens. You feel his hard length pressed against your stomach and reach out to stroke him through his sweatpants.
“Darling” he says hoarsely looking up at you.
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t start anything we won’t be able to finish.”
You chuckle at his pained expression mixed with arousal. “I want you to finish it tonight.” You guide his hand over your soaked panties.
His breath stalls for a second. It’s been two goddamn months since you two had sex besides the few orals and handjobs. It was literally a torture because nothing compares to being buried deep inside you and hearing your loud moans of his name. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” you gasp when he runs a finger down your slit. “My recovery period is up, the doctor gave the clearance.”
Heat and lust clouds his vision as he pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He moves to slide your panties down your legs. Latching onto your breast again he trails his fingers up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your delicate folds rubbing the pad of his thumb on your clit in slow circles. Your back arches when he slides in two thick fingers. A loud moan escapes from your mouth which he knows all too well. Your fingers weave through his soft curls as you grind against his fingers.
He curls his fingers inside you hitting that spongy spot and you start to cum, spurting milk in his mouth. Tom continues to rub your pussy wringing the last bit of pleasure out of you to give you the relief you needed.
“Feel better?”
“A lot.” you pant.
When you come down from your high you push down his sweatpants along with his boxers freeing his thick and hard cock. Tom grabs himself by the head and rubs it between your pussy lips. It slides easily with how wet you are.
“Oh my god.” you moan when he strokes your swollen nub.
Slowly he pushes the tip inside you and you hiss out at the stretch. “Does it hurt?” his brows draw in with concern.
“No! Just go on.” you say urgently.
A groan escapes his mouth as he sinks inside you slowly filling you to the brim. “Shit so tight!” Your warm velvety walls feel like a hot furnace around him. “Oh God I don't think I'm going to last more than ten seconds.”
“I feel so full, Tom. Really didn’t think it would feel this good.” you blabbered in your lust filled haze.
Tom stills inside you, slightly surprised. “You didn’t think it would be good?”
“I pushed out two babies.” you state out plainly looking down at your body.
Tom’s gaze softens as he realizes about your insecurity with your body but he wants you to see the way he sees you— strong and beautiful who brought his children in this world. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands beside your head. “You're perfect, love.” he kisses the tip of your nose. “This pussy is perfect, so warm and wet. I'm in heaven baby.” And thrusts his hips forward to prove it to you making you both moan.
You clench around him in response and clamp around him tighter. Tom closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths to gain some control so that he doesn't come right away. He then begins to move, setting a steady pace. Hard in, slow out, going deeper with each stroke.
Your breasts rub against his hard chest with every thrust doubling your pleasure. “I'm close.” You whisper and he crashes his mouth to your as your tongues collide against each other greedily. This is it, the love and passion you have for each other. He never felt so connected to you as he does when he is deep inside you, smelling the scent of your skin and hair, the way your legs wrapped around him as he covers your body with his.
You cry against his mouth as both of you climax together wrapped in each other's arms. After the pleasure of your orgasms subsides Tom collapses next to you breathing hard.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.” he mumbles into the mattress. You run a hand down his spine and squeeze his ass. His dick jolts awake with renewed enthusiasm.
I mean I could work on chapter 17 of wicked OR I could finally release MMIH because after all these years, I feel like I should definitely kick the freaky and fucked vibes of my stories up a bit
So, here it is, after a vvvvveeerryyy long break, I’m back trying to write again - let’s just hope I remember what the story is about.... haha
Hope you guys enjoy! x
MAIN MASTERLIST
MMIH MASTERLIST
Hela had thought she’d raised me to not care, I thought bitterly to myself as I snuck my way down the corridor, my path only lit by the small flame I held gently in my palm.
But unlike Ma’am, I was no god. She hoped I wouldn’t feel.
But I do.
And I couldn’t just stand by and watch this.
Any questioning glances I was given as I moved throughout the place was silenced with a simple mention of requiring food as I headed for the pantry. I knew there was a small stone servants corridor that led off from the main kitchen chamber.
One which contained a small window.
I snuffed the flame when I reached the window and hoisted myself up onto the ledge, pushing the pane open before I scrambled out of it.
I glanced down. Two floors up from the ground I knew was beneath despite being obscured from view. It was a decent size fall – something that would jolt me - but it shouldn’t injure me. With that comfort in mind, I let myself drop, landing heavily despite my attempts, and my knees buckled beneath me, pitching me forward onto the grass beneath into a forward roll.
The grass was wet beneath the bank of fog that continued to lie unbroken over the surroundings. Though I had loathed it before, I now thanked it for the cover it provided me from any eyes in the palace above and could only hope my brief drop from the window had gone unobserved.
I pushed myself back up to my feet, but kept myself bent over at the hips as I edged under the fog, my shins damp though I paid no heed to it, knowing I couldn’t risk a fire to try to dry them.
The fog might hide my figure, but the flame would surely glow through.
I headed straight for the closest line of trees - not quite trusting the fog not to have thinned in places, though I had never known it to before. I wasn’t sure where I was heading, but I had to try something to find whoever stole the Bifrost sword.
I hurried along the side of the hill at the bottom of the palace, now – below the thick cloud - able to see the edges of the city beyond - the paved streets and lit buildings, the shrubbery that lined the gardens and lanterns that glowed along the arches and stone bridges.
It almost looked normal if it wasn’t for the lack of people on the streets who would usually be enjoying the mild evening air and clear skies.
I was pulled out of my thoughts sharply by a flash of light that momentarily blinded me, having reflected a bright lantern’s glow into my eye. I squinted, shielding my eyes and slowing to a slight jog till I stopped altogether, trying to work out what had caused the light.
When my vision cleared again though, there was nothing in the direction the light had come from.
I frowned, moving forward slower now, keeping my eyes on the path where the light had come from. A movement suddenly caught the corner of my eye, grabbing my attention as it flickered behind several buildings and then headed for a large open bridge that headed out of the city and towards the mountainside.
Was it a shawl? A cloak? I broke out into a run towards the movements, heading towards the columns. I don’t know what I hoped for, but it was a clue if nothing else – something I feared would take days or maybe even weeks to find.
My legs carried me hurtling down the steep grassy bank towards the cobbled road, desperate to catch up with whatever I had seen – somehow realising I needed to get there and I praying that I hadn’t filled my head with false hope.
I suddenly skidded to a halt though when I caught sight of one of Ma’am’s undead guards chasing after the figure with me.
The figure I had been following now suddenly stopped as well, spinning to its pursuer, and drawing a large broad sword out of nowhere, slicing the undead creature clean in half, its body parts falling limp to the floor.
I pulled myself back together again and began to head forward once more at a brisk walk that that soon broke into a jog towards the stranger. The closer I got, the more familiar the figure’s features became until I knew I had seen him before. In a book during my studies.
He stood tall, proud and lean despite his fatigue from the run and battle – the gateman of the Bifrost. Heimdall.
As I continued to run towards him, another undead creature ran at Heimdall, almost berserk, and the gateman drove his sword forward into its chest, the force causing the skeleton to fall over backward, the blade catching it’s ribs and yanking the weapon out of Heimdall’s hands.
Before Heimdall could retrieve his weapon from where it was impaled in the creature, another guard took a swipe at his back with an axe which Heimdall dodged with astonishing reflexes before driving a heavy fist into the skeleton’s chest. I didn’t realise Heimdall gripped a dagger in this fist until he pulled back and I noticed it stained with a dark substance.
Heimdall turned back to retrieve his sword a second time, but faltered when it was no longer lodged in the undead guard’s chest. His gaze flickered up to where I now stood over the body, the heavy weapon in my hand.
I caught the flicker of recognition in Heimdall’s eyes a moment before the thick muscled man then lunged at me with the dagger still in his grip. Somehow I was quicker though, jumping back and dodging the blade repeatedly swung at me with deadly force. I was forced to drag the heavy sword back with me and I knew I couldn’t put enough distance between us to keep this up for long and I knew if Heimdall could manage to catch me, I would be done for before I could explain anything.
I rested the point of the blade on the cobbles at my feet and waved my free arm in the air in front of me, calling the flames from the torches that hung on the columns either side of us to flood out of their scones and down onto the floor, creating a roaring wall of fire between me and my attacker.
Heimdall staggered back at the wave of heat that spat at him, but I knew it wouldn’t hold him long, the fierce look in his eye told me he was already looking for a weakness in the barrier and I wouldn’t put it past him to just walk straight through for the sword in my hand.
Because I knew what this weapon was.
The missing sword.
The key to the Bifrost
Which he now thought was in the hands of the enemy.
“I’m not a foe!” I called out desperately, raising my free hand in surrender – as well as maintaining the fire - as the sword rested heavily against me.
“Not a foe.” He scoffed. “Do not try to fool me! You work for that witch!” He growled, throwing his chin up toward the bank of fog that blocked the palace from view. “You’re her little protegee.” He eyed the flames with disgust, still seeming to be weighing up the risk of stepping through.
“Please – Heimdall!” You urged desperately, “I’m not – I’m not with her,” I panted, pulling at the weakly at the sword. “I didn’t know better before, but now – now I can see the real her – the death and mayhem she’s caused – I don’t want to be a part of that! I want to help! Please, I know you don’t trust me, but I need you to!” I begged.
Heimdall narrowed his eyes at me over the flames. I sighed, “Here.” The flames vanished almost as soon as they had appeared and I heaved the sword, taking a step forward, which instinctively made Heimdall tense ready for an attack, but I just pulled the pommel towards him, handing it to him.
“I’m not a foe.” You repeated tiredly as he warily reached out for the pommel, every muscle of his arms tense and ready for a surprise attack.
Suddenly he snatched the sword handle, easily lifting if over his head and I instinctively cringed, ducking my head and screwing my eyes closed ready for the impact.
Instead, though, I heard a familiar grunt and glanced up to see another undead guard drop to the floor behind Heimdall, his muscular back – hidden by his cape – now in front of me.
Another grunt now sounded behind me and, before Heimdall could turn, I threw my hand behind me and ignited the guard’s stretched dry skin easily, now turning the creature into a charging ball of fire.
I spun where I crouched, flinging out a leg to catch the rushing creature and kicking him sideways so he toppled easily over the ledge and into the chasm below the bridge - thankful there was no railing or wall to get in the way.
I could hear the clash of sword on bone behind me, but I didn’t have time to glance back as I noticed two more guards dashing towards me from the direction of the city.
After sending these creatures a similar way to the last one, I barely had time to even right myself before there was a hand on my upper arm as Heimdall dragged me round and pulling me after him. We ran down the rest of the long open bridge that Asgard with the surrounding mountains, my legs not taking long to protest thanks to my run down from the castle.
Suddenly I found myself dangling over the edge of the abyss below, my feet only connected to the bridge by my heels still resting on the cobbles and Heimdall’s strong fingers curling into the front of my tunic were the only things stopping me from falling.
“Why did you leave the witch?” He snarled down at me, sweat gleaming on his forehead.
I stuttered slightly as I explained everything I had been through – hoping it didn’t sound as ridiculous as it did to my own ears. Heimdall was silent for a while once I had finished and I chewed my lip anxiously, silently pleading that he would even try to believe me.
“Ok.” He muttered and the next thing I knew, he had heaved me back upright, the blood rushing from my head back down to my feet making me feel slightly light headed for a moment, and I had no columns, the large broadsword edge at my throat. “Betray me, though, and you will suffer the consequences…” He growled warningly down at me.
I didn’t dare speak or even nod for fear of driving the sword further into my skin, but he seemed to accept the undeniable fear in my eyes that said I wouldn’t push my luck that far, because he then removed the sword, releasing me. I stumbled forward slightly, not realising I had even risen onto my toes, and breathed in lungful’s of air that I hadn’t dared to a minute ago.
Without another glance at me, Heimdall continued down the bridge without a word and, after a pause, I followed after him, glancing around in fear of seeing more guards. He led me the rest of the way into the mountains, soon venturing off the main path and onto a near invisible trail that had been worn into the rocks.
It felt like we turned back on ourselves over and over, but eventually we stopped in the centre of a path that seemed to incircle one of the peaks of the Asgardian mountain range. I watched Heimdall expectantly, but he didn’t even glance at me, and my attention was soon distracted by the cliff face opposite us. Its carved surface looked ornate like several other areas of the mountain we had passed, but now I realised it was more than just and art within the stone as it now seemed to crack before my eyes and the wall came away like a draw bridge, creating a crossing over the canyon that separated the peaks.
Finally, Heimdall stepped onto the stone wall, heading into the cavern that had now been revealed in the wall.
I barely hesitated before stepping after him.
I heard the wall close up almost immediately behind us, closing us into complete darkness compared to the dim light from the moons outside which had managed to filter through the fog.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I caught the vague glimmer of torches down a passageway which I followed Heimdall towards. We eventually entered a large hall in which I found myself on a raised ledge above a huge chamber which I soon realised was full of people, all their faces now turned to me in horror, women encircling their children in their arms or shielding them behind their back, crouching in fear.
I couldn’t believe how scared they were of me.
But who could blame me after everything Hela did – and with me always stood right next to her.
“Do not be afraid of this girl.” Heimdall declared to the group, not needing to get their attention, my presence already enough. “Watch her with caution, but she assures me her loyalty does not lie with the would-be queen. I have heard her story and witnessed her rid us of three of the witch’s guards.” He announced, glancing over at me with a grave look on his face before turning back to the crowd, “I trust her.” He stated and I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.
Hey hun can u write a blurb abt kids just interacting with their fam I just want those moments they spend with their grandparents and uncles and them fighting to know whose their fav😂 love you sooo much💖💖💖
I'm in a weird writing slump lately. Hope you like this.
Match made in Hell (series)
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : none
“Grandma!” Nathan and Nailah squealed, launching themselves to hug their grandma around her waist.
“Hello my loves!” She said with a wide smile taking a step back to keep her balance. “You've grown so big."
"Mom said I've grown 5cm." Nathan informed her proudly.
"That's good sweetheart." she said. "now let's go inside your baby sister is waiting to meet you.”
Hearing that they dashed inside the house. “Don't run you two!” you called out from behind.
“Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you dear.” she said pulling you in a hug.
"It's good to see you too." You smiled widely in return.
“Hi mum.” Tom said leaning down and kissing his mother's cheek.
“Tom, I hope you're helping Y/N with the kids?”
“Mum, I'm always helping.” Tom huffed.
“Yes, he tries his best but most of the time those two outsmart him and succeed in getting their own way.” you snickered teasing him.
“Those two little hellions can outsmart anyone,” he said.
“Not me.” you argued.
“Oh hush now the two of you!" his mother said."I’m not hearing a word against my grandchildren. They are the sweetest kids in the whole world. Now don’t just keep standing at the doorway and get inside.”
Once in a month the whole family gathers at Tom's parents house in Chigwell for a family dinner especially now when the family is slowly growing. You could see Harrison and Grace near the patio doors. It's been four years since they got married and now they've an adorable three year old son Leo who is happily chasing around Nathan and Nailah.
Then there's Harry and Isabelle on the couch with their baby girl Adrianne who just turned one month old. Sam was in the kitchen preparing the food with Paddy helping him.
“Hey Izzie, how are you?" you asked and then looked down at Adrianne nestled in her mother's arms. "And how is my baby girl doing?” You cooed and she gave you a wide, toothless smile.
“We're good though she has been keeping us up at night lately.”
“Ah, I know their sleep schedule is unpredictable in the first few months." You said, relating to her problem. "And I had two when one woke up, the other was asleep. We took turns at night feeding them. It will get better soon, don't worry.” you assured her.
“Where is the baby? Where is the baby?” Nathan and Nailah jumped up and down beside you excited.
"Careful, you two. Be gentle." You reminded them.
“She's so cute!” Nailah exclaimed as she held out a finger and Adrianne grabbed it in her little fist.
“And so soft!” Nathan said gently touching her chubby cheeks.
“Can I hold her? Please.” Nailah looked at you with puppy eyes.
“No, Leah, she's too small you won't be able to handle her.” you told her.
“It's okay Y/N let her hold her." Isabelle said and her face brightened. "Come here Leah.”
Nailah sat down on the couch beside her aunt and Isabelle placed a cushion on her lap. Then she picked up Adrianne from her lap and laid her on the cushion.
Place your hand below her head. She told Nailah as she did the same. For some time she looked at her baby cousin in awe but then she turned to you with a thoughtful expression and asked.
“Mommy, where do babies come from?”
“Umm…” you were clearly caught off guard as you heard Tom clear his throat loudly. The boys were grinning like idiots.
“Daddy?” she looked at Tom with big, curious eyes and like you he was currently at a loss of words.
"Well you see Leah it's when your mom and dad…" Harrison began smiling cheekily.
"Haz!" Tom barked out glaring daggers at him and then softened his gaze as he looked at Nailah. "Don't listen to him, love."
“I think it's time for a footy match in the backyard.” Harry said to change the topic.
“Yeah Nate loves soccer.” you added.
“It's football mom.” Nathan corrected you, rolling his eyes dramatically.
“Yeah keep up darling you're in London now.” Tom teased.
“I beg your pardon my lord for the grave mistake I committed.” You said mockingly with a fake British accent.
Soon after everyone was in the backyard. Two goal posts had been set for the game. The teams were divided as follows :
Harry and Paddy with Nathan. Tom, Harrison and Sam with Nailah. Harrison was holding his three year old as he played.
You were comfortably seated with the ladies on the garden chairs sipping tea and watched them run and kick the ball around. At present the score was tied six all.
The older Holland twins were caught in a battle to steal the ball from each other when Paddy said something in Nathan’s ears probably to wait for the right moment.
And just then the ball flew towards them as he gave him a left footed pass. Nathan ran along with the ball towards the net and swung his right onto the ball scoring a goal.
“We won!” you heard him shout in joy as he thrust his little fists up in the air.
“Good job bud!” Paddy ruffled his hair and picked him up, holding him up in a superman pose as he ran in front of you all. You held your hands up to give him a high five.
"Uncle Paddy you are the best!" Nathan squealed. And the boys perked up when they heard him.
"C'mon bud I know you love me the most." Harry said.
"Oh don't be a jealous sod now Harry." Paddy retorted.
"Whatever I know I'm Nailah's favorite am I not love? I made your favorite cake." Sam looked at Nailah who was busy eating the chocolate cake her uncle made.
"You're bribing her you prat!" Harry accused.
"Oh come now" Harrison interrupted. "it has always been me after all I'm their godfather."
"I like uncle Paddy he plays with us." Nailah said finally as the boys looked at her dumbly and Tom couldn't stop laughing at the back.
Request for MMIH. Maybe a blubr where Y/N sent Tom and the kids to do the shopping for dinner but they also buying a lot of sweets because Tom couldn’t say „no” to them
Match made in Hell (mob au series)
"Ok so your mum said to buy avocados, some spinach, green beans and broccolis." Tom went through the shopping list in his hand standing near the vegetable section in the supermarket.
"Bleh.. yucky!" Nailah who was perched on the shopping cart made a face instantly when she heard broccolis.
"What's wrong?" Tom frowned in confusion.
"Broccolis are yucky." she said scrunching her nose adorably.
"Leah is right, daddy." Nathan agreed to his sister, standing beside Tom.
"No, they are healthy." Tom corrected. "It will make you strong and smart."
"We are strong and smart." Nailah argued. "Ask miss Brenda she said I'm very good at math and Nate plays football so well."
Tom chuckled and said. "That is good but if you stop eating your veggies you won't be good in maths or football anymore."
"Fine." she pouted. "But can we buy some chocolates too?"
"Uh I don't think your mum will agree to that."
"Please daddy." Nathan and Nailah gave their best puppy dog eyes to Tom who might be the most feared mafia boss but even he can't win agsinst these two.
"Oh okay" he sighed smiling. "go on and get whatever you want."
After they came back you were checking the shopping bags and found a whole bag stashed with all kinds of chocolates.
"Tom!" you called.
"What is it darling?" he peeked his head inside the kitchen.
"I asked you to bring vegetables." You said sternly, planting your hands on your hips.
"And I did, see." he walked inside and showed you the small bag with vegetables.
"But why on earth did you bring so many chocolates and snacks?"
"Well" he scratched his head with a guilty smile on his face. "you see the kids asked for it and I couldn't say no."
"Really?" you raised a brow. "this is why I don't send them with you for shopping. You're way too gullible."
"Hey!" he protested slightly offended. "How can you say no to those faces?"
"You have to learn Tom." you knew Nathan and Nailah were also listening from outside as you added with a loud voice. "And when you get cavities and toothache from all those chocolates don't come to me then."
