#mobtomholland

[tommyfroggie]

HIIIIII I was wondering for the blurb thingy if I could request Mafia!Tom x virgin!reader.

(Little plot ☺️They just recently started dating)

And only thing I dont want ist soft!Tom I want him to go full on daddy mode on me JSJSJSB

With numbers 17 & 20.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HARD WORK BABE🙏🙏🙏

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: lil age gap(19 and 25) , fluff, leading smut but nothing serious.

Word count: 690

Prompts: 17. "Honestly, the worst thing you can do is stare." 20. "C'mere, sit in my lap until I'm done working."

a/n: Thankyouuu!! I had so much fun writing this quick one.

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You sat there on the little couch, opposite to his desk, watching him work. You had begged him to let you sit in his office while he attended a very serious online meeting. You said it was because you were scared in the huge house alone. And, part of it was true. You had recently started dating Tom and in the underworld, anything could happen, anytime, especially since you were very young. He swore to always protect you, though and you trusted him.

Part of the reason was because Tom had a weird habit of not wearing pants when attending online meetings to fix deals or whatever. You just couldn't miss a chance to look at those legs. So, here you were, clad in your underwear and an abnormally long t-shirt that belonged to Tom. You and Tom had never gone all the way. Nothing ever ahead of a heavy makeout or Tom going down on you. You always loved his skills but, you weren't ever ready to go all way. You were 19 and had never had sex before, which is also what drew Tom in. He found it powerful, that he'd be the only one EVER to have you in that way because he was sure he was going to keep you around forever.

He was the man that everyone found intimidating but you, he was this huge softie to you and he would never ask you to do something that you weren't ready for. Until now, that is. Something in you was just telling you that it's been a month and you trust this handsome man in front of you with everything in you, and it's time.

All the thoughts roamed in your head as you stared at his thighs below his black boxers, subconsciously biting your lip as you zoned out. For a scary Mob Boss, he almost looked comical wearing a white button up with boxers and socks. You'd never tell him that though.

"Honestly, the worst thing you can do is stare" His firm voice brought you out of your trance. "Sorry" you mumbled, embarrassed because you had just been caught.

"It's okay. C'mere, sit in my lap until I'm done working." He patted his thigh, looking at you through hooded eyes, biting his lip. Your cheeks were a shade of red as you made your way to his desk.

"Your meeting is over?" You asked.

"Yeah. C'mon I just have to answer a few emails" He patted his thigh again, inviting you in. So you went over and placed your hands on his shoulders, crossing your leg over him, resting down comfortably. Your hands played with the curls at the back of his head, your face resting against his shoulder as you heard him typing in the background.

"Tom?" You asked, not looking up.

"Yes, darling?"

"I think I'm ready." He immediately paused what he was doing, lifting your head with his fingers. He looked you in the eyes to find some sort of regret or hesitance, but he found none. You squealed when he picked you up by your ass and carried you all the way back to his bedroom. You clutched onto him tightly, even though you knew he'd never let you fall.

He opened the door and banged it back shut with his foot. He had to ask you one last time. "Baby, are you sure?" He asked genuinely. And when you nodded eagerly he threw you onto his bed, climbing over you, removing his shirt in the process. His eyes were ten times darker now. The Tom you knew was gone. He quite literally, tore the t-shirt of your body, exposing you to the cool air as you whimpered. He looked at you hungrily, roaming his hands from the side of your thigh all way up to your tits, leaning down and taking one in his mouth as you moaned. He came back up and ran his fingertips over your soft lips as looked at him with wide, doe eyes.

"You've agreed to this, Babygirl. No going back now. I'm going to wreck you."

And wreck you he did.

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[herroyalhighnessqueenmomo]

Mrs. Holland (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)

Request: No

Summary: Reader is happily married to Tom. The reader is constantly underestimated, even by her own husband. One day in an emergency Tom and Harrison had to leave the reader with the position of leader. Now she must prove everyone wrong. A woman is as capable as fending for herself just like any man.

You had previously lived in New York. You were born and raised in America. You always thought you would live the rest of your days in America. Of course, that changed when you married Tom. Now you lived in London and wouldn’t have it any other way. In London, Tom had his notorious business. He dealt in contraband, black market, drugs, and mercenary work. You knew all about it and at first you weren't in favor of it, however, you grew to accept it.

You told Tom that he should donate often to different charities. Of course, he agreed and did so. After a while, you began to like watching Tom at work. You tried learning everything there is to know about his business. When it came to the violence portion you usually flinched or coiled back. Sometimes you looked away. Within a few months of your marriage, you stopped looking away. You became interested and wanted to work with Tom on some tasks.

"Come on Tom, please. Let me do something." You pleaded. You were alone with him in his office.

Tom shook his head. "Love, we've gone over this. My job gets too complicated and I really don't want to have to worry about one more thing." He stated.

You crossed your arms and glared at him. "Oh, so now I'm a liability?" You asked.

He crossed his arms at you now. "Yes."

Your mouth opened in shock. "How rude."

He chuckled a bit. "I'm sorry, love. Truly I am. I just want you to be safe." He tried to reason with you.

You rolled your eyes. "I get that Tom, but really you underestimate me. I don't want to just be your wife-" You said sitting on his desk.

"I thought you liked being my wife?" He asked you as he put a hand on your thigh.

You turned to look at him. " I love being your wife, but that's not what I want people to only see me as. I am much more than that. I deserve to be more than just some accessory."

"Sweetheart, you aren't my accessory. If someone has been putting this stuff in your head, you need to tell me their name. Then, I will handle it." He stated trying to comfort you.

You shook your head. "No one is putting anything in my head." You replied. "I just want to prove that I am capable of a lot of things."

He smirked. "Trust me, sweetheart, I know you're capable of a lot of things."

You got off his desk groaning. "You really don't listen."

He sighed. "Love, I'm sorry. You think I like saying no to you? I don't."

"Then stop."

"I can't do that."

You crossed your arms. "Fine, no sex for a week."

"Really?"

You nodded.

"You're pulling this card on me? I can't believe you." He genuinely looked surprised.

"Believe it."

He sat quietly. "Fine. A week isn't that long."

You took that as a challenge. "You're right. Two weeks."

"Y/N-"

"Not enough?" You asked. "Three weeks then."

He started to look agitated now. "You're taking it too far."

You cocked your head to the side. "I don't think it's far enough. How about a month?"

"Will you stop adding more weeks. Please." He pleaded with you.

"Will you finally let me work with you?"

"No."

"Then no."

He walked away.

"Aww come back here! I might let you do other stuff!" You shouted after him.

Everyone...every.single.person in that hallway turned to look at you. Tom's eyes looked like they were going literally leap outside of his sockets. He looked at everyone's faces.

"Well go on then. Get back to your own damn business." He raised his voice a bit.

Everyone likes away and scurried off. Tom walked quickly towards you and grabbed your arm. He pulled you back into his office and shut the door.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" He looked livid.

You shrunk yourself up a bit. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone was gonna pay attention."

"Of course they would! You were yelling like a bloody maniac!" He yelled.

You frowned. "I'm sorry! It just happened."

He shook his head. " This, this is why I won't let you work with me! You're too bloody childish! No one will even take you seriously!" He exclaimed. His face was so red and angry that a vein was bulging on his forehead.

You were so pissed now. It was just an accident but now he was just plain insulting you. You slapped his face hard. That sound of the slap echoed throughout the room.

He turned to you with fire in his eyes and a dash of shock. "I told you already. It.was.an.accident."

He grabbed both of your wrists and pulled you close to him. "This business doesn't have room for mistakes. If you do something on accident, that costs your life."

You squinted your eyes at me. "Tom you really do underestimate." You pulled your hands free from him.

You walked out of the room leaving Tom there. You went to your shared room and into the closet. Tom had kept a safe there. He didn't like having you looking in the vault. Mostly because he kept a gun there and other documents. You didn't know much about the documents and Tom liked to keep it that way. Sure you could read them but you simply didn't understand what it meant. You figured if Tom didn't want you to know, it was for good reason. You put in the code which was the date of your wedding. The safe popped open. You grabbed the gun and shut the safe. You put the gun behind your back and left. Tom had a small room where he'd occasionally practice shooting his guns. You were never really allowed to go in. Something about being too delicate, or that you don't need to shoot anything since you'd constantly be protected. You knocked on the door.

"Mrs.Holland, you're not supposed to be in here." Cleveland, the guard said after he opened the door.

You tried getting in. "Come on Cleveland, it's not a big deal."

He shook his head. "Boss said you're never to enter in here."

"Please, don't you work for me too?" You asked.

He looked indecisive. "Yes, but I only take orders from Mr.Holland."

You groaned. "I won't say anything to Tom. Just, please."

He sighed and looked around. He then cocked his head inside the room. You smiled and went inside. A target was set up for you.

"Mrs.Holland."

You looked up at him. "Yes?" You asked.

"If you don't mind me asking, why is it that you want to practice shooting?" He asked.

You were at the table and began loading the magazine. "I haven't done this since before I met Tom. My father taught me. He believed that I should be able to protect myself. I believe the same thing. Tom...not so much." You slapped the magazine in the gun.

You put on safety goggles and soundproof headphones. You turned off the safety on the gun. You pointed the gun to the target and started firing. Each bullet landing on a significant spot on the target. You put the safety back on and put the gun down. You took off your headphones and goggles. You turned to Cleveland who looked astonished.

"I must say Mrs.Holland, I would have never guessed that you could handle a gun like that." He stated.

You let out a laugh. "Well, no one would guess a lot of things about me. It's not like anyone could since I'm only seen as Mrs.Holland. The defenseless damsel of a trophy wife."

Cleveland nodded. "There is that, and the fact that the men don't tend to take you seriously solely based on the fact act that you are a woman."

You had a soft smirk on your face. “Well someone finally admits it. I just really hope that’s not the same case for my husband. Otherwise, I’m going to have to prove them all wrong.” You stated. 

You opened the door to the hallway and looked around. You saw no one passing by so you exited. A week had gone by and you hadn’t really talked to Tom since that fight you had. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss him. Of course you missed talking to your husband but you were both pretty ticked off at each other. One day you hadn't seen him which worried the hell out of you. At some point you got a call from an unknown number. On any other day you wouldn't have picked it up, but you had a feeling it was important.

"Hello?"

You heard a sigh of relief. "Thank god you picked up love."

"Tom? Why the hell aren't you calling me from your phone? Where the hell are you?" You're head was spinning with all the questions you had

"Darling, I don't have much time to explain. I'm on a burner phone. Harrison and I are in trouble and we need you." He explained.

You were becoming increasingly concerned now. "Tom what the hell do you mean?"

He sighed. "Cops are onto us. We can't return home."

My heart dropped at the news. "Tom,please tell me this is a joke. I need you."

He sighed. "Love, you know that safe in our closet?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to need you to open it. You know the code." He stated.

You ran to the safe and typed it in. You opened it. "What now?"

"Grab the files. They're documents for a safe house and other information."

I grabbed the files. "Baby will you be at the safe house?" I asked hoping he'd be there.

"Sorry love, I need to lay low. I'm leaving the country."

"Without me?"

He sighed. "I know love, I hate it too. I'd get you but we don't have time and I'd be putting both of us in a lot of danger."

"Okay." I said quietly.

"Love there is more stuff in those papers you might not understand now. It's a lot of legal work but I need you to keep them safe. I'll explain more when I can. Right now I need to go. Y/N tell Michael that we're going under protocol Churro he'll know what to do."

"Churro? Really?" You asked

"Y/N there's no time to question things." He said.

"Sorry."

"I love you. Please be safe. Oh and Y/N? Have fun being in charge." He said and hung up before you could even reply to him.

You grabbed the documents and put them in a bag of yours. You saw the gun still in the safe. You grabbed it and tucked it in to your pants in the back. You pulled your shirt down to cover it. You quickly started to rush packing. You grabbed your bags and went to look for Michael. He was a bodyguard, the top one actually.

"Michael!" You spotted him.

He saw the frantic look on my face and my bags. "Mrs. Holland, what's going on?" He asked.

"I just got a call from my husband, he wanted me to tell you that we are going under protocol Churro." You explained.

His expression changed instantly. He lifted his wrist and spoke into it. "Code Churro, I repeat code churro, this is not a drill. I need a car for Mrs. Holland in the garage asap so we can take her to the safe house." He looked at you. "Mrs. Holland come with me."

He started walking to the back of the house to a cabinet. He pushed a frame down and a panel appeared. "I'm going to need you to put your hand there."

You placed my hand on the panel where I got scanned. The cabinet moved to reveal a passage. In that moment we heard a crash. I turned to see people breaking in. I screamed in horror.

"We need to move now!" Michael exclaimed.

I ran into the secret passage. Michael stayed behind a bit. I heard a lot of gunshots. I continued to run. I saw an elevator. I pressed a button and it opened. I ran inside and I saw Michael running towards me. I held the door open as I pressed the G button on the elevator. He ran inside. I noticed somebody entered the passage. I screamed as they started shooting. Michael turned around stood in front of me. He started shooting back as the doors started shutting. Another set of doors opened behind us. I looked around to see a garage. I didn't know this was underneath my house.

"This way Mrs. Holland." Michael stated.

He guided you to three cars. You were taken to the one in the middle. He opened the door for you. You got in and he got in after you.

"It'll be best if you stay low in case anything happens on the way. We can't risk any accidents." He stated then looked around. "Driver, notify the others that we're on the move."

You quickly made a getaway out of the garage leaving your home behind. You were slumped down in the seat. You weren't sure what was going on but all of a sudden you heard gunshots. You knew people were after you do they could get to Tom. You heard a huge explosion and realized the car in front had flipped over sending you into a silent panic. Michael opened his window and started firing at the enemy. "Shit, I'm out." He said.

You quickly grabbed your gun from your pants and handed it to him.

"Thanks." He replied and begin to fire again. "Driver went need to lose them to quickly make the switch."

The driver nodded and drifted into a completely different direction. He went in between other cars. The gunshots were now in the distance. The car cut into an alley way.

Michael held up his wrist. "We lost them for now but we need to hurry and make the switch." Michael gave our location.

Soon a simple taxi approached the alley way.

"Come with me, Mrs. Holland." Michael said.

You followed him into the taxi.

"To the safe house. Maintain a normal speed, we don't want raise an alarm." Michael commanded.

The taxi began to move to the direction we needed to go. The black vehicle I was in left the alley way in the other direction and began to speed. Soon I heard gunshots following it.

We soon arrived to a secluded house in the outskirts of the city. I was taken inside of the house where Michael took my phone and destroyed my sim card. He handed me a burner phone.

"This phone has Mr. Holland's new number programmed in it. The only one who knows your number now is him. He will be expecting your call to make sure you're safe." Michael explained.

You nodded and looked for his number and called him. You went to your temporary bedroom to get some privacy. You shut the door.

"Love, is that you?" You heard Tom's voice.

You smiled upon hearing your husband's voice. "Yes baby, its me."

"Thank god, you're alright. Did you run into any trouble?" He asked you.

You nodded. "Yes, it was awful. They were shooting at us. I was terrified. When we were driving the car in front of us had been flipped over. I just hope they're going to be okay." You had explained.

You were trying to be hopeful but you knew whoever was in that vehicle probably didn't make it.

"I'm sorry that they went after you. I'm just glad you're okay." He replied.

You took a deep breath. "Tom, what's really happening?"

He sighed. "This deal I was supposed to make went bad. I'm protecting someone valuable. I was gonna hand her to the police for protection but someone tried to snore her. We suspect that there were some dirty cops. Now whoever is coming after her are coming after us and the police now think we're trying to use her knowledge for the wrong reasons."

"What are we going to do?" You asked.

"I can't do anything on my end, but I'm putting you in charge. Get our people to find out who is behind all of this." He replied.

You were unsure. "Me? Tom I have no experience in any of this. How can I give orders if they don't take me seriously. You said it yourself."

"Darling I said that stuff in the heat of the moment, I didn't mean it. They'll take you seriously, you're my wife." He reassured you.

You sighed. You were tired of just being Mrs. Holland. You've never been given the chance to be anything more than that but now that you did have the chance you were terrified of the responsibility. "I love you." You said quietly.

"I love you too. You can do this, I believe in you." He tried to make you feel better.

You were unsure about it all but you knew you needed to take charge and prove to everyone that you aren't just Mrs.Holland.

[tommyfroggie]

Chapter five: Only for me

Summary: It's the usual drill. He catches you. He fucks you. And you might be in love. But, you're too tough to admit it to yourself.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader

Warnings: fluff, SMUT, swearing, and more smut. Tbh it's just a lot of smut beware ;)

Word Count: 2.07K

NO CHOICE MASTERLIST

a/n: I'm finally back! Comment or reblog and lemme know your thoughts! Do you think this chapter was worth the wait?

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"You dirty, little thing. Were you touching yourself before I walked in?" He gasped out with a smirk.

"No." You tried to play it off innocently but your voice came out shaky. You already knew he was aware.

"No?" He repeated you, tilting his head and pursing his lips, staring right into your eyes.

"I- I'm uh I don't-" You tried but stopped talking. What the fuck could you possibly tell him now. He placed a finger on your lip, shushing you.

"Who were you thinking about, love?" He said seductively, leaning down so you could feel each other's breath. He was inches away from you and you couldn't help but want something more.

"C'mon lovie, say it."

"Y-You, I was thinking about you." You said desperately.

"Good girl!" He smirked. "I see you're starting to fall for my charms." He said cockily, still inches away from you. You'd had enough now.

"Tom, please shut the fuck up and do something!" You said and he immediately backed up.

"Woah- woah, that's no way to talk to me, now is it? Where are your manners?" He mocked as you whined.

"Ugh! Tommy, please, I want you to touch me." You said with wide, doe eyes as he flashed a cocky smile, leaning in and finally grabbing you by the neck, attaching his lips hungrily to yours. "Atta girl." He hummed in between kisses. It was full of lust and you swear you've never felt so much love before. But that's not the point. You both were just fucking.

It eventually got messy and it was a clash of mouths but you loved every second of it. You slipped a hand between your bodies, putting pressure over your clothed clit. He caught that and slapped your hand away.

"Ah ah ah! No touching yourself, got it? This is all, only and only for me." His words made you feel weak in the knees but you nodded desperately, spreading your legs for him.

He trailed his kisses down your neck all the way to your waist, pulling your t-shirt over your head. He stared at you with eyes, running his hands all over your body.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." You blushed at that. He attached his mouth to your nipple, biting and sucking as you moaned out, running your hands through his hair. You then realized that you were almost naked and he was completely clothed. You immediately felt concious. You pulled at his shirt as he came back up, wanting it gone.

He grinned and complied, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift move. You stared at him with a wide mouth, it was like he was sculpted by the gods. "Like what you see, love?" Awh man, he always ruins the mood with his cocky attitude.

You rolled your eyes but pulled him back in for a hungry kiss as he played with the hem of your panties. You both were breathless and gasping for air as he pulled apart, moving down. He brought his face right in front if your clothed heat. He hooked his fingers below and looked up at you, asking for your confirmation one last time as you nodded.

He dragged them down your legs and threw them somewhere in the room. And fuck, he could practically drool at the sight of you, laying naked on the bed, all for him. You were like a goddess to him.

"Such a pretty pussy. So wet for me." He said in a low voice making you blush. You felt vulnerable in front of him like this. But fuck, it really made you feel some way. He licked a flat stripe up your pussy without warning, causing you to gasp. "Mmhm, as sweet as I imagined." So he imagined this too huh?

He did that repeatedly a few times as you moaned, gripping his hair tightly. He sneaked his fingers near you and slammed two of them in your dripping cunt without warning. He attached his lips to your clit, while his skilled fingers moved in and out of you at a fast face. You moaned and whined loudly, not caring if someone in the huge house heard you. He was making you feel amazing.

And then he suddenly stopped all his movements, moving back.

"Tom, what the fuck?" You cried out.

"Awh don't cry, baby girl. The first time you cum, is going to be around me." His filthy words were giving you everything as you nodded eagerly. He quickly got out of his pants and threw his boxers away along with it somewhere in the room. You couldn't help but take a glance. And shit, this man was really all a girl could ever ask for.

"You on the pill?" He asked gently, with concern.

"Yeah." You said softly in return.

His cock was almost painfully hard, from listening to all your moans and it was leaking with pre-cum. He ran the tip of cock over your folds, lubricating himself in your wetness.

He slowly pushed in as you both gasped. You felt amazing wrapped around his cock. He held your thighs open as you gripped at his bicep, the pleasure taking over and it was too much. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" He said through gritted teeth. You wanted to say something. You wanted to tell him how amazing he was making you feel but the words just couldn't come out. The pleasure was too much. He started at a comfortable pace, moving in and out of your dripping cunt as he moaned at the sight of his cock disappearing in your tight cunt. You screamed and panted heavily as he fastened his face, rubbing his thumb furiously on your clit.

"Fuck- Tommy, I- I'm so close" You breathed out as you felt the familiar coil being formed in the bottom of your stomach.

"Yeah, I know darling. Me too." He leant down and clashed your lips together, both of you lost in each other's bodies.

"C'mon, let go for me love. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum." That was enough to push over you over the edge as you came with a loud cry of Tom's name. Your cunt clenched around him and the fucked out expression on your face was enough as his moments became sloppier and soon he was groaning and coming inside you too. He pulled out after a second and collapsed on top of you. Both of you recovering from the blissful high, sweaty naked bodies, wrapped up in each other. Not that you minded. You ran your fingers through his curls as his head lay on your chest. He got up after a minute, pecking you on the lips before going into the bathroom. You closed your eyes in the meantime, too tired. He returned with a wet cloth and new underwear for you in his hands, his boxers back on.

You hissed when you felt the cloth on your sensitive heat, only momentarily opening your eyes to see what he was doing before closing them back again.

"Relax, love. Just cleanin' you up, yeah?" You hummed as he wiped up the mess you made. Slipping on your fresh underwear, that you don't know how he found. But, this man honestly couldn't get any more cute.

Once he was done, he slipped back in bed beside you as you curled in on his side, laying your head on his chest. "Thankyou for that, Tom. I had the best time." You mumbled sleepily.

"Mmhm, anything for you." He said softly as you hummed and hugged him even tighter, your legs sprawled out over his, you hands around his waist as you slowly fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. He was awake for a few minutes after you as he ran his fingers through your hair gently. He kissed your head and leaned over, switching off the lights.

"I love you." He said ever so softly, knowing you couldn't hear it, before going into a peaceful sleep.

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The sun was peaking through the curtains as you stirred around. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you heard light snores from beside you. You turned around and saw him in a peaceful slumber, half naked next to you. All the memories returning from last night as you smiled. Maybe you were supposed to regret what happened but you just didn't. Everything felt right. Even though this was the man you were supposed to hate. Maybe you were instead, falling for him. And then reality set, you were definitely falling for him. And honestly, it's not a bad thing.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud ping of your phone, followed by several others. You quickly put it on silent, not wanting to wake Tom up. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. You checked to see that it was just your dad blowing up your phone.

Where the fuck were you yesterday?

You had a very important meeting and we missed that deal because of you.

I let you live there. That does not mean that you will stay stuck in Wonderland and not do your fucking job.

I want to see you today on time.

You chuckled, reading the texts. You expected exactly this to happen. Maybe now he'll realize your real value. Because there's a lot of shit you do and he wouldn't have any money without you.

You quickly typed back.

Fuck off, dad.

You wanted this so now deal with it. I'm not coming back. Let's see where you get, handling all and everything without me.

You took a selfie picture of you, and Tom sleeping next to you. You put a dorky thumbs up with a cocky smile. The sheets were upto to both of your shoulders but anyone could tell that you both were naked underneath.

You sent the photo to your dad just to rile him up.

I gotta say you have good taste because you picked out this hot stuff for me.

But, lemme tell you, im REALLY enjoying myself.

You chuckled to yourself as the three dots kept appearing and disappearing. Man, he really is speechless huh.

You put your phone to the side as Tom slowly stirred. He stretched his hand out and pulled you flush against him, smiling sleepily. "Mornin', love" He said in a raspy morning voice and you could literally fall in love with him right there.

"Mornin' handsome" you said with a smile, brushing his messy curls out of his face.

"Tom, don't you have work today? It's past 12." You said as his eyes shot open. He got out of the bed hurriedly. Looking around for his clothes, almost stumbling over as you chuckled.

"Shit- oh fuck. I- Uh I need to go I- I had a meeting at 12." He said breathlessly in between throwing his clothes back on.

"Relax, Tommy." You laughed out. "Nothing is going to start without you. You're the boss right?" You pretended to salute as he laughed.

"Alright I'll see you after I get back?" He asked, unsure if you would be there.

"Yeah don't worry, I'll be here. I'm not going home. Dad's going to realize just how much of his business works because of me only." You said as you looked down, a bit hurt.

"Hey, c'mon don't worry about him. How about I take you out after I get back hmm?" He asked hopefully and you just couldn't refuse to that smile so you nodded happily.

"Alright I'll see you. Bye, I love you." He said as he was just about to walk out the door. You both froze as he stopped in his tracks, turning around.

"Shit! I'm so fucking sorry I did not mean to say that!" You relaxed a bit when you saw the worry in his eyes. This was serious. He just accidentally told you he loves you. And you're not sure if you really love him back yet. This might take a while. So you tried to calm him down softly. You got up and hugged him for a minute, feeling safe.

"Tom, that was- wow I- Look this is important, but so is your job. Now go. I promise, we will talk about this later." You offered him a weak smile that he reciprocated as he left, leaving you with your thoughts.

What the fuck just happened?

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[tommyfroggie]

Been too long (T.H)

Word count: 870

Warnings: rough handling, implied sex, super fucking kinky (degradation kink, daddy kink), cursing, mob themes

Summary: You decide to get a little impatient for your darling boyfriend's dick and end up paying the price.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

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Btw no pun intended in the title lmao.

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to fall in love in with Tom Holland. It was a lot, but you were used to it. Him being a crazy rich Mob boss and all, meant he could die at any minute and you wouldn't even know.

You always had that fear whenever he left home during your first month of dating; What if he doesn't come back? Is he going to be okay? He won't be hurt right?

But as the relationship went on that was the least of your worries. He made a promise to you, he would always return to you, no matter what. You trusted him.

So yeah.. that's that. Tom had also been working non stop lately, barely having time for you, you know in the affectionate way. You both just mildly exchanged morning and night kisses. It was honestly annoying the shit out of you. It was probably over a month since this has been happening. You were A HORNY MESS.

You decided to give it a go and gave Tom's number a call. You knew he was busy right now but you were so desperate that you would take your chances. He picked up in a heartbeat and you could hear faint gun shot noises in the background.

"Hey Tommy"

"Hey, I'm kinda in the middle of something right now baby"

"Ugh you always are!! I'm bored! I want you so bad Tommy"

He immediately understood what you were hinting at and shook his head in disbelief before speaking into the phone again.

"Darling, are you seriously calling me right now because you're horny? I'm trying not to get shot right now"

"We haven't fucked in ages!! You barely have time for me Tom. Well, whatever. Fuck off"

You angrily cut the call and lay back on the large bed, looking up. You just had to take care of yourself, like all the other days in the week. You thought about Tom as your fingers slowly went towards the rim of underwear, pulling them off

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Tom went absolutely livid after he heard you talk to him like that. You just had to wait till he gets home. He was going to give you a proper punishment for your bad behavior.

Tom quickly dealt with the motherfuckers that tried to get in his compound and steal.... and cockblock him; but that's not the point. He raced his black car back to the mansion. It was quite. Weird. Usually, he'd come home to you watching tv in the living room or something.

That's when he heard it. Moans. Your moans, as he got closer to your shared room. He peeked in to see you, laying naked on his bed, touching yourself. He was absolutely furious. He had one rule, one fucking rule, that was to never touch yourself, unless he allowed you to, and you just had to break it.

You were pretty into it to notice him arriving.

"Hey baby" He said in low, seductive tone.

You jumped up in shock, ruining your orgasm as you brought the sheets over yourself. Fuck.

"T-tommy... I thought you would be gone for longer" You said with an apologetic smile, knowing you just broke his rule.

"Well my girl wanted me.. Couldn't make her wait now could I?" He said as he sat onto the bed taking off his coat and rolling down the sheets, admiring your perfect form, tracing his fingers along your body, to your most sensitive part.

"I'm s-sorry"

"Aww where did all that bitch attitude you gave me on the phone go now huh?" You didn't care if he called you that. It turned you on. It was one of your stupid kinks.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Well isn't it obvious.. I'm going to punish you for talking to daddy like that and breaking a rule"

He pinched one of your nipples harshly, causing you to gasp. You took a shaky breath in, looking up at him with doe eyes.

He ran his fingers through your wet folds as you shut your eyes tight and bit down on your lower lip.

"Who got you this wet huh, darling?"

You just moaned out in response with pleasure. He slapped your pussy. Hard. You let out a high pitched whimper. He held your face and looked you dead in the eye, his brown ones full of lust and hunger.

"I asked you a fucking question" And he slapped your sensitive spot again, you shivered as your body jolted.

"Y-you.. W-was thinking about you T-tommy" He lent down and took your right nipple in his mouth, biting. BITING. You cried out with pain but more pleasure.

"That's not my name now is it darling?" He bit even more harshly.

Your mouth fell agape as you tried to get the words out.

"D-daddy.. fuc-k"

"That's right. Now, I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and I will make sure you won't be able to walk for a really long time, might wanna watch your attitude next time."

You looked at him with pleading eyes, yet a part of you was excited.

"What are you looking at? Get up and get on your knees. Now."

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One for you kinky mofos ;)

[tommyfroggie]

No Choice Series Masterlist [T.H]

Summary: All goes to hell when you're forced to marry the rich and famous Mob boss, who you thought was merely a cute little actor with a frog in his mouth; to create a truce between two rival Mafias. Well, maybe things work out between the two of you. Just the way he always wanted.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader {Mafia AU}

Warnings: smut, Drug use, Overdose, violence, guns, general mafia shit.

Word count: 7.8K

Status: Discontinued

Chapters that include smut are marked by *

Main masterlist here

a/n: can’t wait for this wild ride with you all! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Prologue.

Summary: An actor, or maybe a terrifying Mob boss. A singer, or maybe a feared Mafia daughter.

Word Count: 125

Chapter One: You know.. The Spider-Man Guy!?

Summary: You try to navigate the fact that your marriage and the person you have to spend the rest of your life with is someone you've never met and there's just one motive, revenge.

Word Count: 1.2K

Chapter Two: Why are you doing this?

Summary: A date with Tom to the clubs turns out.. not how you expected.

Word Count: 1.8K

Chapter three: It's okay.

Summary: It's all out now. He knows the shit you were pulling. He knows that you didn't agree to this.

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter four: I can try.

Summary: You can't deny that you have some sort of feels for this man and agree to giving him a chance. That leads to you having sexy time at the thought of him when he's gone and then him finding out.

Word Count: 1.4K

Chapter five: Only for me

Summary: It’s the usual drill. He catches you. He fucks you. And you might be in love. But, you’re too tough to admit it to yourself.

Word Count: 2.07K

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[tommyfroggie]

Chapter Four: I can try.

Summary: You can't deny that you have some sort of feels for this man and agree to giving him a chance. That leads to you having sexy time at the thought of him when he's gone and then him finding out.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader

Warnings: something between fluff and angst idk, fem masturbation, lil mentions of guns and violence.

Word Count: 1.4K

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Just like that. Within a day of meeting him. He had you completely smitten by him. The thought that you were supposed to hate him, was long gone. You realized that he was NOTHING like the stories you had heard. This man was sleeping on a fucking chair next to you, just so he could be around you in your weak condition. Fuck, anyone would melt.

The lights in the room were dim now and you couldn't sleep, but he did. So you stared at his features. His hand was still in yours. He looked very peaceful. His gelled curls were now messy and wild, his head dipping to the side on his shoulder as his chest heaved up and down. You could hear light snores coming from him. There were countless freckles littering his face too, and his nose was slightly crooked.  It was a calming sight.

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Your eyes fluttered open as you adjusted to the bright lights. So, maybe staring at a sleeping Tom, did the trick and got you some much needed sleep as well. He was no longer in the room. Just a doctor that asked you how you were feeling.

"Uhm I feel completely fine now." You sat up as the doctor nodded, heading out. Not even a minute later, a fully dressed up Tom came in, adjusting his watch, sitting next you.

"Hey, darling. How are you feeling?" He asked, cupping your head to see if it hurt anywhere. Why'd he always have to act like you both are a loving married couple?

"I'm fine." you said blankly. You knew you already had a soft spot for him. But, you didn't want to give in so soon. He hummed and took your hand in his, rubbing soft circles, making you feel very relaxed.

"Well, I've told your dad that you will be staying here with me for a while."

"Wha- I'm not staying over?" You asked, confused.

"C'mon darling, you can't do this to me. You have to at least give me a chance." And you definitely couldn't say no to those eyes. It didn't need much convincing.

"Okay. I guess.. I can try." You smiled at him.

"Thankyou." He planted a small kiss to your cheek. "I have to leave for work now but, Lindsay is outside, she will show you to your room and let her know if you need anything." He said, walking out of the room, waving goodbye.

"Okay." You mumbled. You really wished he was here with you right now. But it's work. So, it's understandable.

Wait. Oh shit. Who the fuck is gonna take care of work at your house? There was a deal you had to fix for today. And a meeting. Fuck!

Actually... Hold that thought. Although, you don't really hate Tom anymore, you can't even imagine seeing your dad's face right now. This mess, it was all his fault. So, why not just be carefree and let the meeting go to shit. Who gives a fuck? He'll be beyond pissed when he learns that a few deals were lost because you weren't present. Take it as revenge.

You got up and headed outside, finding a middle aged lady dressed in formal wear.

"Hello. You must be Miss. L/n." She smiled politely.

"Hi, you can call me Y/n. You're Lindsay, right?"

"Yes. I'm Mr. Holland's assistant. Would you like a quick house tour before I show you to your room?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure."

His house was impressive, to say the least. Definitely 10 times bigger than yours. It also had a very dark vibe to it. Fits well for the 'terrifying' boss. It had a gym, pool, tennis table, basketball court, a boxing ring, a sauna and hot tub, a gaming room. That last one was weird. Does he even have time for that? Anyway. Those were one-third of all the amenities the place had. Not to mention, a creepy looking door that obviously led to the basement. There, Lindsay did not take you. You didn't question it. You knew that the basements of huge Mafia mansions have some traumatizing shit going on.

She finally led you to your room, which was on the second floor. It was quite big and apparently, right next to Tom's. That's interesting. The room was the same as the others. It had an edgy vibe to it. There were a few photo frames of Tom littered on the walls. The one where he was sitting on this huge ass throne, shirtless, caught your eye. It was right in front of your bed. How does he have time to do photoshoots though? Oh. Right. Actors do photoshoots all the time, artists too. You have done quite a few of them yourself. You keep forgetting about his and your second personality ever since the date that went terribly wrong.

"Right, well, I'll leave you to it. I'll be a call away if you need anything." She pointed towards the little vintage service telephone beside the bed. You nodded and she left the room, closing it behind her. You noticed that your clothes had already been brought. They were all arranged in the huge closet. You put on your comfy white underwear and a loose t-shirt, tying your hair in a bun. You picked out a book from the collection beside the shelf and flopped down on the fluffy bed.

You spent the next 2 hours invested in a cheesy rom-com. Eventually, you got bored and put it aside. Suddenly, you had this urge to get up and take a look at all of Tom's pictures around. 'Fuck, he looks so hot in these' you thought. You spotted another one, where he was wearing a tight black shirt and grey pants with the camera so low that it looked he was dominating somebody, with that serious expression on his face. It formed a literal pool in your panties. Then there was one where he had his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps. By the end of that photo tour you were laying back down on the bed, slipping your fingers inside your dripping cunt at the thought of him.

"Fuck! Tommmm." you breathed out. You sped up your fingers, hitting the spot inside you, imagining it was him doing these filthy things to you. All the dirty thoughts along with your fingers moving in and out of you at a fast pace brought you very close to a blissful orgasm, until it was rudely interrupted by a knock on your door. You whined at the fact that you just lost an orgasm you were so close to. You retracted your fingers from your underwear and pulled the sheets over your body.

"Come in." Tom opened the door and slowly crept in, loosening his tie. He was still in his bossy attire from morning, except that he had THE gun strapped to his waist. The one everyone in the underworld knew about. It was his favourite one. Apparently, he liked to use it on people that betray him. Scary. Kind of.

He sat down on the corner of your bed. Taking you in, 'It's so fucking hot, why is she under the covers?', he thought.

"Did you like the room?" He asked, ignoring his thought.

"Yeah, it looks really cool. The entire house has your vibe to it." You replied honestly and he nodded.

"What'd you do while I was gone, love?" He whispered. He figured, the best he could do to get to know you PROPERLY, was to first make basic conversation.

"N-Nothing, just read a book." You stuttered. He could sense that something was off. Something you weren't telling him.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, skeptically.

"Uhh n-no, why would y-you think that?" You tried to sound very normal. As if you weren't just trying to get off at the thought of him.

You squealed when he pulled the covers off your body. "It's really hot. Why the fuck do you-" He paused as the heat crept up to his cheeks when he realized you were clad in just a pair of panties and a large t-shirt. And then he audibly gasped when he spotted the wet stain on your panties. You immediately closed your legs and internally cursed yourself. He was sure of what you were doing before he came in now. He brought his gaze back to your eyes as you nervously bit your lip.

"You dirty, little thing. Were you touching yourself before I walked in?"

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Chapter Two: Why are you doing this?

Summary: A date with Tom to his favorite club turns out.. not how you expected.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader {Mafia AU}

Warnings: fluff, light angst, drug use, OVERDOSE.

Word Count: 1.8K

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This is exactly what the message said:

Hey y/n, I'm sure you've heard all about our arrangement. I can't wait to see you soon. I'd like to spend some time with you before we get married. Also, I already have your number, of course, but I dm'd you because you might have freaked out.

Even though he couldn't see it, you rolled your eyes so hard that they could have come out. Just as you were about to reply back something venomous, another text appeared from your dad.

Be nice to him, he's a good bloke.

You rolled your again, but then you decided to go along with it. What could be worse than being friendly, gaining his trust and then ripping everything off completely. You figured you'd let him fall in love with you slowly and then you'd just run away. Maybe to Vegas, forever.

So, you texted him back very politely.

Hey Tom. I can't wait to see you beforehand either, why don't we meet at the club near my house tomorrow at 8. I'm assuming you know where my house is. And, you can text me on my number :)

Maybe the smily face was a bit too much but whatever.

Great, I'll pick you up tomorrow.

You shut your phone and sighed loudly. You even tried to go to sleep but you couldn't. You were afraid he'd come in your dreams if you did.

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As you were putting on a bit of light makeup to go, your dad entered your room, without knocking, might I add.

"Can you fucking knock?"

"You're going out with Tom?" He asked blankly.

"Well, yeah. I'm not just going to see him for the first time and marry him on the day. At least I would like to get to know him" You spat, while continuing on your face.

"Okay, have a good time" Did he seriously just say that and leave? You had put on a low cut, shiny dress, paired with your diamond bracelets, black heels and a limited edition purse.

Just then, Andrew said from your outside your door "Ma'am, a car is here for you"

"Great" You mumbled sarcastically as you admired yourself one last time in your full length mirror before leaving.

The car was a complete black, with tinted windows and of course it was very expensive. You had a collection of your own personal cars as well.

When you got in the car, you expected to see a driver but it was Tom himself. What a gentleman move. He's going to drive you himself. Poor guy is going to be destroyed when you leave him.

"Hey" You smiled.

"Hey, darling. You look gorgeous" His chocolate brown eyes scanned you up and down.

"Thanks, you look great yourself" You stuttered out. He does have a way with words. He was wearing a classy button up shirt with a maroon blazer and pants, paired with a glinting Rolex of course. All that with his slicked back hair and sharp jawline, he looked gorgeous too, in fact.

The club was five minutes away but you noticed he took a turn before it.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Change of plans. I'm taking you to my favourite club, you'll love it"

"Okay" You mumbled. His thick, British accent was like music to your ears.

Most of the ride was silent until he slowly crept a hand over your thigh. "Is this okay, darling?" He asked ever so softly, looking at you.

And oh fuck did that 'darling' do something to your insides. "Y-yeah" you replied and he smiled at you, giving your thigh a light squeeze.

It's funny how your motive for the day was 'Seduce and Destroy', yet somehow his charm had you wrapped around his finger already.

There was still a few minutes to reach so you just asked him the question. "This- This is so weird for me I- I never knew you were-"

"A feared Mob Boss?" He completed your sentence as you nodded.

"Heh. So I've been told. I didn't know about you either, until a few months ago"

"I always just thought you're an actor with a frog in your mouth" You mumbled the last part.

"Wowwww not you too!" He pretended to be highly offended and his boyish behavior made you laugh, which made him laugh too.

You two made light conversation for the rest of the way as he explained to you that acting was always his first interest but, he knew he had to run the Mob too. He mastered keep the two of those separate parts of life over the years. In turn, you explained to him how music was always something you loved but you also loved the Mob more and look forward to completely running soon.

You two exchanged quite a few jokes and you realized that you hadn't laughed or opened up like this to anyone in ages. You had also completely forgotten about your promises to yourself by the time you reached.

It was quite a huge place, seemed welcoming. You could hear the music blasting from inside. He surprised you, AGAIN, by stepping out of his car first and rushing to your door to help you out. Damn, he's really just being the sweetest person possible. Heh, that's not good.

You accepted his hand and gave him a smile as you stepped out. Was that a genuine smile? Fuck. But how could you not?

There was a large line outside but he slipped a hand around your waist and gave one quick look to the guard, enough for him to let you two in at once. The vibes the place gave were simply amazing. The blinding lights with aesthetic frames and teal sofas around tables were a great touch. The music playing was not your type but it was all great otherwise. You could see why he liked it.

You two sat down on one of the tables, close to each other as he ordered the drinks. "You like it?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah. I can see why you like it" You repeated your thought from earlier. You made a mental note to not drink a lot. You had to be in your senses. As your drinks came, you both made conversation and you don't know why, but you opened up about how you've never done anything like this before, the whole dates and relationships thing, not with your hectic life.

At that, he gently took your hand and said "It's okay, darling. I'm here to teach you anything and everything. We're in this together." And my god, you melted right there. Then, maybe you lost control and downed the alcohol. You took him by his wrist and led him ro dance floor in between a shit ton of people. He licked his lips, eyes filled with lust as he watched you shamelessly grind your ass against his front, you could feel his gun on the side of his pants. He placed his hand on your waist, enjoying every second of your hips moving to the beat.

And then, he just... turned you around and pressed his lips against yours. You wanted to back away, you really did, but you just couldn't. It was like euphoria. It felt surreal. Like your lips were made for each other, oh the way they perfectly molded.

"Fuck, your lips taste amazing" He mumbled while diving his tongue in to explore your mouth as you moaned into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck. You didn't want to, it was intoxicating, but a few seconds later you both had to break apart for air.

He placed his forehead against yours as you both stared into each other's eyes, it was like everything else around you in that moment, stopped. And weirdly enough, a soft song was playing. You couldn't help but lean up and give another small peck on his lips as he smiled.

At this point, your mind was on overdrive. Anxiety was oozing out of you, but you hid it well. Your brain was filled with the thoughts.

'What is wrong with me?!'

'Why did I do that??'

'He's the enemy!'

'He's so fucking...pretty though'

'FUCK!'

You both didn't talk much after it and a few minutes later, it was 2.30 in the morning and time to leave. Before you two went outside, you blurted out the question. The temptation was too much to not give in. "W-Why are you doing this?" You didn't dare make eye contact with him.

He was shocked at your sudden question but he knew it needed to be answered. "I just- I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you and when I learnt you're my enemy's fucking daughter. I just had to. I had an opportunity to make you mine, so I did" He said, boldly.

His words shocked you, making your anxiety a hundred times worse. You just nodded sadly as he led you out. It was all getting too much. The person you're supposed to hate kissed you and you couldn't help but kiss back. He also admitted his love for you on the first day of meeting you and of course, you couldn't say it back. Of course you didn't love him. Yet. But there was something deep down in you. Maybe a feeling, a little affection for the British boy. You hated yourself for it. You didn't even know him yet, with his charm, he didn't even seem like a Mob boss.

So, as you were about to get in the car, "Hey, I'm just gonna to the restroom for a bit. Y-You could wait in the car"

"Yeah sure" He said as he got in and you rushed to one of the bathroom stalls in the pub, locking yourself in. Your hands wete shaking at this point. You fumbled and took out your entire packet of pills from inside you bra and flushed them down your throat. You felt the relief, but you also felt your vision blur and next thing, you passed out on the bathroom floor, foamy drugs oozing out of your mouth.

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You'd been gone for 15 minutes now and Tom was starting to get worried. He grabbed his loaded gun and made his way back inside. He could make out which stall you were in, because of the diamonds shining from underneath.

"Y/n?" He knocked gently. When he received no response, he knocked again, harsher this time. No response again. He could tell something was really wrong. It was probably instinct. He pushed hard against the door and it broke down at once, revealing your passed out, overdosed figure by the wall surface.

"Fuck!! Y/n! No, no, no, shit!"

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a/n: Uh oh. That's not good.

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Chapter Three: It's okay.

Summary: It's all out now. He knows the shit you were pulling. He knows that you didn't agree to this.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader {Mafia AU}

Warnings: lil angst, so much fluff, talks about drug usage, overdose.

Word count: 1.3K

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"Fuck!! Y/n! No, no, no, shit!"

He went into pure panic, as he lifted your limp body in his hands. Wiping your mouth with his sleeve. He called his men to get the medics ready immediately. He was taking you to the Holland Mansion. Taking you to a hospital after doing heavy drugs could put you in serious danger.

He got quite a few looks from people around the place as he was carrying what looked like a dead body outside, but he couldn't care less at that moment. His car was right outside the place and he somehow managed to open the door to the passenger seat with his elbow and get you in.

He drove to the mansion as fast as he could. Not the fastest he's ever driven but he managed to get your dead-looking body to his home in a short amount of time. Thankfully, there was none of his family at his house today. His little brother Paddy visits almost everyday but for some reason, he didn't today and Tom was thankful for that. Even though Paddy was old enough to handle himself, he's still in his early learning stages and he wants his brother nowhere near the thought of drugs or what it feels or looks like.

He picked you up bridal style and closed the car door behind him with his foot. He rushed to the entry and bent down for a quick retina scan to get him in. He knew it was for his safety but it annoyed the shit out of him in moments like these when he desperately needed to get inside the house.

There were several men and his trusty medics already standing at the entry, ready to take over. He gently placed you on the bed they had set up. "Fuck- I uh think she took heavy drugs or, or something I don't know maybe she overdosed- Listen, just get her to wake up. I need her to be okay" He said the last sentence sternly, with a warning look in his eyes. The two doctors nodded and took you into a separate room, away from the small crowd. He waved the guards to leave him alone and so they did. He clutched at his once, perfectly gelled hair, messing them up and running his hands all over his face in attempt to calm down.

He couldn't stop the thoughts in his head.

'Is this because of me?'

'Did she not agree to this?'

'I thought she agreed to this.'  As far as he remembers, you did agree to this. That's what your dad said so...?

All of this got him thinking back to the one time that he did the same thing you did, to himself when he was 17. And shit, he doesn't even remember why he did it. All he knows, is that it felt awful, absolutely terrible, to look at the sad, even crying faces of his family after he woke up from his hospital bed. That was when he swore to never do drugs again, for his family. He'd do anything for them.

He was brought back to reality when one of the guards told him that you would gain consciousness very soon. He immediately stomped to the room, and saw you on the same bed, attached to wires and surrounded by these weird compute- or whatever the fuck they were. He sat by your side as you stirred, taking your soft hand in his. He just sat and admired you. Even in such a state, you looked beautiful to him. He knows he isn't supposed to feel this way. He's a motherfucking king, he's supposed to rule cities, kill people and get away with all and every money. But something about you, just made him feel weak from the moment he laid eyes on you, and he didn't know why. You just pulled out a soft side of him that he didn't even know existed. So naturally, he wanted you and he ALWAYS gets what he wants. And so he did, just by pulling a few strings. But now, it seems like he's got it all wrong. He can tell that you didn't want any of this. Only if he knew... He never wanted to force you into something you didn't want.

A frown settled on his face with realization of everything, as your eyes slowly fluttered open. The light stinging into you hurt like hell so brought your hands up to your face, shielding yourself from it. "Hey" you heard a soft voice and looked towards it, finding Tom to your side, your hand in his.

You quickly became aware of your surroundings. You weren't where you were before, and there were- What?!! Fucking wires attached to you. You became very aware of your huge mess up and sat up way too quickly for Tom's liking. You groaned in pain.

Hey!! Calm down. You're very weak right now." He started off sounding pissed but he quickly recovered and went back to being gentle. He wasn't the best at this. It's not exactly easy to act so cozy and gentle for someone, you know, when he's been trained to not care about anybody and be a bad, scary mobster everyone is afraid of.

"Shit! I'm so sorry I don't know why I- I don't-" He cut you off by keeping a finger on your lips, giving you a sad smile.

"It's okay. You don't have to act anymore. I know you don't want this" He said, ever so softly.

You didn't even realize when your eyes filled with tears, blurring your vision as you looked down. He knows. What's the point of your entire stupid planning and plotting. He knows and now he's just going to force you into marrying him. At least that's what you thought.

"It's okay. I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to force you into this." He gently caressed your cheek, and many different emotions hit you in that moment.

Firstly, you realized that of course he had no idea. Your dad is a motherfucking cunt, who told him that you agreed to this.

Secondly, you felt dizzy again. Fuck, that's not the point.

And secondly, you couldn't help but feel so much fondness for the man you once hated. But, you just wanted to push that feeling back. You both didn't belong together. Not yet, at least.

All you could muster up was a broken whisper, "I'm sorry." you said as you finally looked him in the eye again. They were bloodshot, red. You didn't know he was crying. Hell, you didn't know it was possibke for Tom Holland to cry.

"It's okay" He repeated. "I don't want to be the reason to this. You did this to yourself, because of me" He mumbled the last part, both of your foreheads touching now.

"I know... Fuck- I'm so sorry I didn't know you didn't know that I didn't agree I- I was plotting and planning all these stupid games to play against you because I thought you knowingly stole my freedom and- and-" Your rambling was cut of by his lips on yours. You were taken aback by it, for sure. But you eventually closed your eyes, basking in the comfortable feeling of it. It felt like you had been doing this forever. He pulled back with a small giggle and your heart melted right then and there. He didn't know why he did it, especially after learning that you didn't want him. It just.. felt right.

"What was that for?" You said, breathlessly.

"You're cute when you ramble" He said, completely dodging your question but making a red tint coat your cheeks. This man was doing things to you, things you couldn't explain. And you didn't want to, you didn't want to start something you couldn't finish. For now, You just wished you could stay like this forever. With the man you like, maybe. A hardcore MAYBE.

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a/n: It's finally here!! Thoughts??

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