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Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry

-Warnings: kidnapping, language, typos (sorry if I missed any, been a while since I've posted

-Words: 2.5K

Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress

Seeing him took her back, back to that night where she was beaten and tortured, begging to be rescued. The night where she lost the closest person to her. 

The one where she cried so much, she couldn’t talk for the next few days after. Maybe she could or maybe she chose not to. 

Talking entailed talking about him, her brother Parker who was supposedly dead. Reliving the memories that gave her so much joy. Trying to remember the smile that once struck his face. All that was too hard. So no talking it was.

But now, all she wanted to do was talk and scream and throw a fit as he stood 3 feet in front of her.

The brother she thought she had bid farewell to 3 years ago stood in front of her. Rosie observed the creases that adorned his face, marking his age. He was different. Parker appeared sadder and more lost unlike the last time she saw him. No longer her lively and happy brother. 

Just from the looks of his face, she could read the burden he had faced. His eyes drooped, revealing tired bags under them. And his smile seemed to have disappeared. Lost but hopefully not forgotten.

For Rosie seeing him for the first time, since that fateful night, memories came flooding back of the children they were together. 

Only glimpses, but that’s all there was. Life was always so sheltered for the both of them. Explanations wouldn’t be give as to why Tom would come home bloodied and beaten. But now Rosie was living that life.  

Someday, going to have to explain to her kids the life their mommy led. She was envious of Parker in that way. He managed to escape, but in one fell swoop losing everything he loved most.

Memories tried to make their way into Rosie’s mind but she just sat there, resolute and bound to a chair waiting for a worthwhile excuse that would never come. Parker would never understand the pain and suffering, everyone went though grieving him.

Parker honestly had no clue how to talk to Rosie. After all the years, he didn’t know if they could ever be the same kids they were. “What, no hugs for your long lost brother?” Parker quipped, stepping into the light. Highlighting all his features. “You tied me up, dumbass,” Rosie remarked. Markings from the rope imprinting on her skin. “And what for? Thought I’d run if I knew it was you?”

“I don’t know. The last thing you remember is me being dead,” Parker reminded her. “It kind of screws with peoples’ mind when the see an alive person who is meant to be dead.”

“You’re not a zombie, P. There was no point in kidnapping me,” Rosie rolled her eyes so far they almost got stuck behind her head. 

“I missed you. Is that enough? It is our birthday, for god sakes!” Parker exclaimed.

“Before I admit that I missed you too, how are you alive? Parker, we all buried you and cried over you. This entire time you’ve been alive!?!” Rosie demanded, begging for answers.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I left to keep you all safe. Carter threatened me.” Parker’s head hung low, the guilt consuming him. “Carter? He’s alive?” Rosie asked, fearful of his answer.

“No. He’s dead, I made sure of it.”

“If you knew he was dead, why did you leave?” Rosie pleaded, pushing back the tears that pricked at her eyes.

“He mentioned other mobsters willing to come out of the wood work who had intimate knowledge of a pretty penny for my head.” Parker’s voice grew low, trailing off.

“Why didn’t you just come to dad? He would’ve known what to do,” Rosie begged.

“I risked everyone’s lives once, I wasn’t going to make that a regular thing.”

“As sweet and endearing as making us think you perished in the flames, I can and have been taking care of myself.” Rosie had grown up a lot since he last saw her. No longer his timid but sweet sister, now she was a force to be reckoned with.

Grown men were said to cower at her name. Rosie had made a name for herself.

“I know, Ms. Big Shot mobster. As a matter of fact you stole my job,” Parker joked.

“Well sorry not sorry, you faked your death. What was I supposed to do, give up the crown for your burned body.”

“Yeah, yeah. Water under the bridge.”

“I think we are just about to cross that bridge now. Now, tell me what you have been doing these past 3 years.” Rosie quickly changed the subject.

***

“What the fuck do you mean Rosie is missing? She was kidnapped?” Tom thundered, as you tried to calm him down. Rubbing soft circles on his back. 

“I don’t know, possibly. All I know is that I left her at the cemetery and she told me Jared was picking her up,” Linus contributed.

“Linus you don’t know shit. I don’t understand why you left her alone in the first place. Jared, when did you speak to Rosie?” Henry inquired.

“I never did, I only received a text from her saying you were taking her out to a special birthday dinner and you would be picking her up.” Jared informed the group. 

“Can someone just figure out where my daughter is?” You pleaded.

“Yes of course Mrs. Holland, I will send out soldiers right now to look for her.”

“Thank you Jared.” You praised him as you stole glimpses of your rather distraught husband. “Tom?” You spoke, breaking his intense glare at the floorboards.

“Yes, love,” Tom’s words were almost a reflex. No thought went into them in situations like this, ones that were all too familiar.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Thinking that. I know what you are thinking and it’s not going to happen,” you tried to assure your husband but, you were just as scared as he was.

“Y/N it’s too familiar to not think of that.” Tom whispers watching you try to hold back tears. He couldn’t help himself. That night was branded into his memory. 

He already lost his son, he wasn’t about to loose his daughter as well. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, eventually it would grow easier as it did with losing Parker. But Tom knew it would devastate you, to bury your only living child. 

***

“So I loved your life story, but do you want to untie me? I know there are some people at a party thrown for yours truly that would love to see you P,” Rosie pleaded. He had already been gone for too long. 

“Rosie, as much as I would love that. I can’t risk your life or mom’s or dad’s,” Parker reminded her.

“Nothing has happened to us, we are safe and you could be too.”

“You were kidnapped today!” 

“By you. Parker! I promise you nothing will happen,” Rosie exclaimed.

“What if they don’t want to see me? I mean I did fake my death and left the rest of you to grieve.”

“Trust me, they want to see you. Now come on, how much longer do I have to pretend that I am actually tied up.”

“You got out? How?” Parker asked dumbfounded.

“I have my ways. A mobster never reveals her secrets.” Rosie quipped, winking as she revealed her unrestrained wrists.

***

“I promise you Tom, we will get her back,” Linus chirped in trying to be on good graces with you and Tom. Tom just nodded in response.

“Linus, we’ve been here before. The last time... we lost Parker. We can’t let that happen again. We need to act now. She could be dead by now,” Henry exclaimed.

“Henry, calm down. Let’s wait until we receive demands for her return. She came home last time, this time won’t be any different.” Linus tried to look on the bright side.

“You aren’t doing anything!! If 3 years ago was handled any differently Parker would still be here.”

“Henry, do I have to remind you that Rosie is the boss of a very powerful mob, she will be fine.”

“That is the love of my life, I’m not going to sit here and wait.” Henry said, quickly grabbing his keys and straight line for the door.

“Woah stop, Rosie would never forgive me if I let you go and you ended up hurt.” Linus called out, blocking the only exit.

“Get out of my fucking way, I’m a grown ass man who can save his girlfriend without help from her dumb consigliere.”

“Why don’t you sit your ass back down and let the real men handle it, mob wife,”Linus jeered.

“What the fuck did you call me?”

“A mob wife. That’s what you are. You have no idea what Rosie does, you don’t even bother. It’s clear who wears the pants in your relationship because if you were half the man I am you wouldn’t be staying at home while Rosie takes care of business. I will never understand why she is with you. You can’t offer her anything in this life.”

“First of all fuck you. Second, I bet you don’t even know she has felt someone following her everywhere she goes lately. When are you going to stop playing fast and loose with lives. When you a burying another body? It could be someone you love next time. I won’t just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. I’m going to find her with or without you.”

“I didn’t know that. Geez that girl needs to tell me things. Let’s go—“

“What’s with all the screaming?” Rosie chimes in walking through the double doors of her office, which was formerly Tom’s. 

Henry immediately dives into her arms. She is his home. Where ever she is, is where he feels the safest. Her takes in her familiar and calming scent, remembering all the reasons why he loves her. 

“Henry, I’m okay. Baby, I’m okay. Not even scratch on me. See?” Rosie whispers as Henry finally breaks away. “Everyone, I want you to meet someone.... It’s okay, come in.” Rosie waves in the mystery man with the flick of her wrist.

Everyone gasps as Parker walks through the door.

“Parker... I.. uh... you died”

“Yeah, about that.”

“We thought you were dead. We buried someone. We cried until we couldn’t anymore”

“They blew up the warehouse. How could anyone survive that?”

“You’ve been hiding from us? For 3 years?”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt any of you. Mom? Can you please say something?”

“Umm, you left us. Why? I’m too hurt words don’t mean much. I don’t know what to say.”

“Let me explain..”

“Tomorrow, I need to think about all of this. Rosie glad you are okay. Happy birthday to both of you. I’m sorry everyone but I’m going to turn in. Tom, you coming?” You asked politely, as to not offend anymore.

“Yes of course, darling. Happy birthday sweetheart,” Tom said, pressing his lips to Rosie’s forehead. “It’s good to have you back Parker, she’ll come around. Happy birthday to you too son.”

“Well, I think that is enough surprises for one night.” Henry said, turning to the door.

“Oh no party, thank god,” Rosie murmured sarcastically.

“At least pretend that you liked it. Are you coming bed?”

“That I can do, love. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So, is it as bad as you thought?”

“Worse, mom couldn’t even look at me.”

“Give her some time, she took everything the hardest. I was a close second, I was your twin after all. But mom, left everything behind, the house, her friends and even me. She wouldn’t let herself be reminded of you everywhere she looked. This is her first time back in the house since she left a year and a half ago. She only cakes because of my, I mean our birthday. Wow that’s going to be weird, I’m now a sibling again,” Rosie pestered

“Hey you were always a sibling,” Parker exclaimed hurt by her words.

“Well you pretended to be dead for 3 years, so I think I’m off the hook.”

“When are you going to stop throwing that back in my face?”

“I don’t know maybe like 10 years, 3 for years you were gone and the rest for the misconstrued grief.”

“I’m sorry, but do you think mom will ever forgive me. I didn’t know she took it so hard.”

“Yeah we all did. She will come around eventually Park. Are you going to go to bed? Your room is still your room, none of us bothered to touch it.”

“Sure sis, thanks. Happy 20th birthday.”

“Thank you, you too. Night P.”

“Good night.”

***

“Hey, I thought you would be asleep by now? What’s keeping you up?” Rosie asked, seeing Henry consumed in his books with all the lights lite in their bedroom.

“Well I realized I never gave you your present,” Henry grinned, pulling a small box from behind his back. One too big to hold a diamond.

“Ooo, gimmie gimmie.” Rosie cheered all eager. The girl was not one to turn down gifts. “Henry it’s beautiful.” There sat at white gold locket with a stenciled pattern adorning the top. 

“Anything for you love. Alright I think it’s time we turn out the lights,”

“Wait, I have something for you,” Rosie said trying to suppress her smile.

“What? It’s your birthday, you are supposed to be getting presents, not giving them.”

“Hush you, it’s something small. But holds a lot of value. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Alright,” Henry replies skeptical of her antics.

Rosie quickly rummaged through her purse, looking for his gift. She sat down and placed the item in his hands. 

“Okay, you can open now.” Rosie said, trying to keep her smile at bay.

Henry stared down at his hands as the largest grin crept on his face. Staring back at him was the pregnancy test, Rosie had taken earlier. It read, pregnant, confirming the diagnosis with two pink lines.

“Are you serious? You’re pregnant?” Henry asked, unable to keep his smile under control.

“Yes, baby. I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Oh my god we are going to have a baby. I’m so happy, I’m not even thinking about the fact that you peed on this. Come here, love.” Henry grinned, pulling Rosie into his lap. 

Rosie, in the same moment, had everything she ever wanted, a purpose with Henry, and was a hair away from screwing everything up. With their lives it wasn’t enough to just love each other. Especially not the love with little to no passion. A common goal was necessary. 

Rosie sure did love Henry, but love fades. They weren’t the same kids, experiencing the thrill of a first love. 

Then, everything was new and exciting. Just the idea of Henry’s lips places they shouldn’t be, made Rosie’s heart pump. She was completely and utterly consumed in him and he the same.

But now, life grew messy and complicated. The little things she once adored about him, only offered grimaces toppled with annoyance.

They have lost each other and their baby was just the needed answer.

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FUCKING SPIDER || Mob!T.H.

Warnings: Blood, spiders, mentions of murder and illegal stuff.

Word Count: 505

It wasn't that Tom enjoyed beating people face to a pulp, it just so happened that it was part of the job, something of a given for a mob boss, something that was unavoidable, it was also something that you did your best to avoid. You had become accustomed to the compartmentalization that went along with dating and loving a man who the law desperately searched for anyway to pin him for something. You were in the downstairs bathroom, bare shoulders highlighted in the fluorescent lighting of the chandelier that Tom had decided belonged in the bathroom(wealth, you can abuse it in the most fun ways). Soft music sounded through the marble walls of the over the top room as you examined yourself in your reflection, humming along as you applied a face mask lightly to your skin, your current state a large juxtaposition to what was happening a mere floor above you.

Tom had blood splattered across his white button down as he wiped his bruised knuckles clean of plasma that wasn’t his, the scent of iron hanging heavy in the air. The room was covered in tarps, lining the walls and floors to save from any spilt life source that would stain a carpet or peel the paint off the wall.

“So” Tom drawled out, crossing his arms across his broad chest as he looked down at his poor victim. “You changed your mind on your whole ‘torture doesn’t work schtick’” Tom sighs as the man tied to a chair in front of him began to squirm, blubbering out of his split and swollen lips. He was forming words, something that sounded like an admission of guilt, or the plans for the other mob but before a full sentence could be made out a piercing scream rang through the halls, a tone that Tom knew very well. “Y/n” he muttered, running to the door but turning quickly, looking at the other man that was assisting in his ‘extraction’ methods “Kill him, he heard Y/n’s name, I have to protect them” he orders before continuing his way down to the downstairs bathroom where the screams were still echoing.

“Y/N!” he cried out, his mind racking for what could have happened, what could have happened? Had someone broke in and tried to hurt you, what was happening. The door had been locked but it didn’t seem as though it had been, the ease with which Tom twisted the door handle and cracked the lock, throwing the door open, expecting to find a blood bath or a beating similar to that he had left upstairs but he found you, butt naked perched on the counter of the bathroom pointing towards that corner of the bathroom.

“SPIDER- THERE- A FUCKING SPIDER” You shouted, your arm shaking as it gesticulated toward the alleged location of the spider but tom didn’t check turning on his heal.

“FUCK THAT!” he screamed, sprinting out of the room, doing his best to ignore your screams of his name.

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Summary: This was a request for mob! Tom raising his hand in an argument and reader flinches, she doesn’t realize how much it upset Tom.

Warnings: arguing, cursing, angst

Paring: Mob!Tom x reader

The flame of irritation ignited between them the moment she stepped into the room, hurtful words and curses filled the air. Tom’s face was growing hotter and hotter with every word. Y/N ears starting to ring from her own yelling. The large dinning room was filled with papers, piles of cases and information, Tom had been busy. The two stood feet away, Tom’s hand gripping the table with a grip so tight, his knuckles began to blanch.

Both natural born leaders, both so stubborn and head strong to admit any fault. Tom is protective, and sometimes it just too over bearing. Tom has a short fuse, all his life people followed his beck and call but she purposely puts herself in danger but the main problem is he doesn’t know how to express it healthy. He was raised with violence, anger and aggression, its all he’s ever known.

Y/N on the other hand likes her individually, hates being told what to do, and hates the claim he uses on her: mine.

Despite how much she fights it, she will always be unconditionally and deeply his. She will never admit it, but even Tom knows its true. Two people so different, opposite of one another but some how form a bond so undeniably unbreakable that other’s envy it. Jealous of the true love, kisses and just always having that one person to lean on, your forever bestfriend.

Tom’s face is red with heat, lips snapped shut for two seconds to think, his tie messily pushed from his neck, white shirt underneath revealing the small peppered chest hair, drops of dry, red blood dotting his chin, neck and shirt. Only an hour ago was he fighting for his life, after being ambushed and barely making it home to make sure she was safe. 

“Why cant you even listen to me?!” The growl is enough to tell her he’s serious, never ever has she seen him this angry. “I don’t ask for much. I give you everything you ever could want, i love you, buy you everything but you still have to bluntly ignore every fucking word I say to you. Why?”

She doesn’t answer his question, only scoffs. The white marble floor is the perfect canvas for thinking, for trying to soak in his words, “I never wanted your money, I’m so fucking sick of you rubbing it in my face. You are the one who made me quit my job because it’s “safer.””

Tom’s eyes set in a squint, obviously hearing her words but ignoring them. “I asked you a question!” Silence.

“WHY?” The load grunt coming from his chest as his hand extends in the air, which instantly makes her cower away from him, she didn’t know why she did it, she knew the moment his hand went to tug his hair it was the only intention.

Tom’s face drops almost instantly, face twisted with a look so filled with hurt she just wanted to kiss it away. She shakes her head repeatedly, trying to step towards him but he backs himself against the wall. 

“You thought I was going to hurt you?” Sadness drips from his tone. Sure his temper got the best of him sometimes, but never ever would he lay a hand on a woman, especially the one in front of him, the love of his life, his angel. 

“No, no i know you wouldn’t. I never heard you so -”

Tom cuts her off quickly, shaking his head. “It’s fine, I guess you should expect it right?”

“Tom, It wasn’t like that, I -”

“No, I will get someone to come sit with you while we are on lockdown, I don’t want you by yourself.” The emotions sat tight inside his throat, forming a large ball that showed them in the way he talked, choking up as his eyes grew glossy. 

He felt so.. dumb? Hamulated that his own girlfriend would ever feel safe with him? He is a gangster for goodness sake, he runs the mob. After years it finally set in, she would never see him as anything less. “I would never hurt you..”

She reaches for his hand, kissing each of his knuckles softly. “I know Tommy, I’m sorry. It was the heat of the moment and my adrenaline was already pumping. I know you’d never hurt me. I don’t want you to get anyone else.”

“It’s probably best..” The small chin quiver made made small tears of frustration prick her own eyes, never had she seen him so upset. While she thought she had upset him, truthfully his heart was broken.

Did she ever feel safe with him? Was the thought of him hitting her always in the back of her mind whenever he got angry? He was upset because he never would.. but more upset at the thought that she ever would think so.

The light of his life, the one good person in his life. “Go up to our room, I’ll tell Harrison to come down.”

“Tom, stop. Please just listen to me. I know you’d never hurt me.”

He looks at her in disbelief, “Do you? Obviously not. Just go.”

“Stop pushing me away, you always do this, It’s okay to be upset around me.” He always tries to hid himself away, act as if he was strong-hearted but she knew better than anyone he was one of the softness people she’s ever known. 

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you and not feeling safe. I’m getting you away from me.. this way you can.” 

“Tom -.” Hands reach out but get nothing.

“Just stop already!” It’s a cry, hoarse from his dry throat. Filled with pain that showed in his dark eyes. “Did you always think I would hit you? I never wanted you to feel that way.

She steps closer, hand meeting the softness of his cheeks, wetness soaking into her fingertips. This time he doesn’t push her away, her comfort is the only thing holding him together at the moment. She wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders, feeling his chest fall rapidly underneath hers. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I promise. I never felt more safe with anyone like I do with you.”

Sure Tom was upset, it hurt him more than anything. Y/N knew though, the life he lives is rough on him. Maintaining a hard exterior, putting on a front, and just handling all the stress by yourself, it puts a toll on you.

Soft lips kiss in heart ache away, trailing from his cheek to his lips. “I know you’d never hurt me and I know you’re under a lot of stress and I’m not helping. Just let it out honey.” Tom shakes his head against her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I never want you to feel that way.” She shushes him, fingers playing with the loose ends of his curls.

“It was the heat of the moment, never would I think that Tom. He was completely heart broken, and she felt guilty. Her boyfriend crying into her shoulder, she felt like an asshole because it was her fault. His intentions were always good, he would hurt himself before her. 

Lips meet with fire, warmness of bodies meeting each other. A kiss so loving that it was felt with every movement of lips, clanking of teeth and tenderness of tongue. She pulls away softly, “I’m sorry Tom, it’s my fault.”

His arms wrap tightly around her, even though they are unsure, he offers her comfort as well. Skin is soft, and warm against him. “I’d never hurt you.”

This is my first Mob! Tom story. 

Warning: angst and a bit of argument. Fluff in the mix.

Y/N POV:

              Lately, Tom has been very busy with meetings and spending less time with you since he is the strongest mob leader in London. He always makes it a point to come to bed and cuddle you to sleep but in the past few days he has been coming into bed at 3 in the morning, slightly disrupting your sleep but you always let him pull you close. Tonight, is no different except that you had reminded him that date night was today, and he had a stress full day at work, so it slipped his mind. The day started with your excitement waking you up since it has been a while since it has only Tom and you are alone and no work.  The day was spent pampering yourself from painting your nails and putting on a new outfit you have saved just for him knowing he will go crazy when he sees it. As you were doing your hair you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and saw Tom walking so you ran into the restroom to hide. The door is slightly open, and you see Tom sitting on the bed with his face in his hands.

           At that moment you realized that he was stressed, and you see Harrison rush in making you suspect it has something to do with an important situation. Tom growls at Harrison, "Please give me a damn moment of peace, I wish Y/N was here to calm me down." Harrison shakes his head annoyed as I am the problem in the situation, do not get me wrong Harrison is close but when it comes to business, he is too serious. Tom suddenly shoots up with a realization look and looks at his phone "I am forgetting something; I just cannot put my finger on it. Maybe I should call Y/n and ask." Harrison was getting impatient and was about to say that it can wait when you heard a crash sound, causing him and Tom to run in that direction.

          After they both left the room you finish off your look and see the time, smiling giddily that only in a few hours you will be able to make Tom feel better. You were now sitting in the living room listening to podcasts when you decided to text a reminder to Tom just in case he forgets because sometimes that happens not purposely though. You heard a ding in the bedroom, so you went to go check what it was and saw it was Tom's phone. Deciding to be a good girlfriend and to deliver it to him in person. On the path to where he was you saw Harrison walking towards you with a panic look and it suddenly changes as he sees the phone in your hand. As he says, "Thank you", he looks at my outfit and I forgot at that moment I am in my date outfit. Harrison puts it together that it is date night and smiles as he compliments me" You look beautiful as always, I am glad you are finally spending time together. Tom needs to relax." I smile back blushing at his compliment and tell him "Please remind Tom about the date." "I promise I will have a wonderful day," Harrison calls out as he walks towards Tom's office.

Tom's POV:

        Harrison comes with my phone that I sent him on a chase to find. The noise that caught our attention was the enemy trying to escape from his chair and got himself even more hurt in the way the chair fell. Harrison had a smile on his face and Tom was stressed how His best friend and the second man is acting like this in a moment of crisis. He then speaks up and is about to tell me something as I look down to see if I have any new messages and calls then we hear and see Harry run into the room panicking mumbling about something. I rush up to him and shake his shoulders to get his attention, "What is it Harry, what is going on?" Harry looks at me with sweat forming as he says, "The other gang got a hold of our supply and threatened to mess with it if we do not meet them tonight at the dock." Tom immediately goes to Harrison, "What did you want to tell me?", as he packs up his bag and sends the message out to the members for the plan for tonight. Harrison ways the situation and decides to what is best for you both and says" It is nothing important, let us go tell those guys who are the bosses." Tom smiles and nods his head, ready to get it over so he can come back to his princess.

Y/N POV:

           It is the time for the date, and you have been waiting at the restaurant where you were supposed to meet. The waiter keeps filling up the wine glass and the third trip to the table she says, "Do not worry about the tab on the drinks, it is on the house." I smile graciously and bid goodbye to her and take the car home. The truth is you are kind of tipsy from those glasses of wine and over the night so when you get home, you had a plan to change and go to bed. However, that plan was changed when you entered the house and saw the members surrounding Tom in the living room and you smell a musky smell that is not necessarily pleasant. Tom had not noticed me as I entered the room, but Harrison did and received a look that would hurt if looks could kill.

           Tom noticed the room quiet down and looked in the direction where his men were practically drooling. He then makes eye contact with me and checks me out with a lustful look in his eyes. Tom calls me over, but I stay in place daring him with a sharp look, "I was waiting for you at the restaurant while you are here celebrating with the gang about something." Tom takes a deep breath and says bitterly, "Well, Darling I will say that you look beautiful.  Something important business came up and we won the battle so a congratulation is in order." I stand still, surprised about how he was acting in front of his men towards. I then say sarcastically, "Congratulations Master, should I reward you with a dance?" and Tom's expression turned from slightly amused into a dark and annoyed expression. I walk away after that moment and hear mummers like wow, she is a boss woman. I smile to myself and go get ready for bed, calming down, and realized that you should be happy for Tom's achievement.

               I am settled into bed as I hear Tom enter the room and go to the bathroom, he is humming to himself meaning he is happy. Curiously to see if he still annoyed with me, I decided to play a game with him to see if he would react. I wait for him to join me in bed and when he is settled and looking at emails before going to bed, you cuddle up to him so your head is on his chest and kiss up to his jaw. I see him turn his jaw slightly giving me more room to get to his sweet spot, as I get to his sweet spot, he closes his eyes letting out a sexy moan. He leans back more giving more space to move my hand under the blanket but before I could get to the destination, He grabs my wrist and pulls it out from under the blanket, "Princess, what you did was not what a good girl does and so as a punishment you will not get to make me feel good." I yank my hands out his grip, "Excuse me, you forgot our date and your saying I misbehaved. You are in the wrong here, I am not one of your men who you can command." Tom then sits up turning towards you with an astonishing look and says in a dark tone, " You will listen to me, I know how you tick and what you like, dislike and hate. So do not tell me off in front of my men again or it will be a real punishment and one you will not like." I gasp offended but not before he reaches over gently yet harshly at the same time kisses me passionately that I kiss back harder and when he pulls away a little whine comes from my mouth unwillingly, he just smirks "See princess I am in control even if you want to be." Then he gets serious, "I am sorry about missing our date especially if you looked like that for me. I will make it up to you I promise." After we lay down next to each other, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. He mumbles, "love you" quietly and I smile knowing he will always be soft for me.

          The next few days go by and things between you two have decent, he is now coming to bed on time. The conversations have been short and blunt since every time you are telling a story, he would be looking at you at first and when he would think you are looking away he would go back to check his email. It did not bother you at first and you even let it slide except today was a stressful day for you since you were getting grief from your family about being with Tom and you had to rant about it to someone, but you knew he would not listen only let it go through one ear and out the other. As you settle in bed next to him, he is already in his usual actions on his phone, you roll your eyes hoping he notices you and says something but like usual he does not.

         For once that night, Tom was the one who had a story to tell about what happened during work that day. An idea popped into your head decided to pay him back and show him what it is like to be ignored. In bed you turned slightly and listened for the first few minutes then noticed as he was getting into it, he talked with his hands so at that moment you took out your phone to write the email. He was still talking, and I had already sent the email, and then I heard in an accusing tone, "Really Y/N, you are on your phone when I am talking to you?" I straighten up in bed and sass back, "You do this to me every night so do not give me an attitude. I wanted you to realize that you seem to not be noticing me and it upsets me." He is quiet for a moment and I wait for a scolding instead I get a scuff and he finally says, "Well my work is more important than your social life stories, so sorry if I work hard for you to enjoy the life you live." I snap back a bit harshly, "This is no way to live where my boyfriend only talks to me when he feels like it." He stills angrily and gets out of the bed pacing in front of the bed, "How can you say that you sound like an ungrateful brat. I forgot one date now you are accusing me of not appreciating you."

        I sat in bed watching your Tom turn into a different man and not the one you fell in love with. "That is not the point, first it is a date. Then you will start to forget our anniversary and other important events. And for your information, I did text you about it and reminded Harrison to tell you about it." He is about to rebuttal but looks at his messages and sees a message from me and then hurts me with what he is saying, "I never thought you would be clingy and needy otherwise I would have not approached you." I mumble to myself not purposely knowing it bothers him, he stands in front my side of the bed. "What is that?" he angrily, I look him in the eyes and blurt out, "Maybe my family is right I shouldn't be with you." And at that moment, I regret it because he looks at me with hurt and pain in his eyes and storms to his side of the bed to grab his pillow and a blanket. I quickly get up to try to stop him from leaving. I grab his wrist and he looked over at me and growls "Let me go before I say something I regret. I will be sleeping in the study. I will come to you when I am not so angry" and walks out I just lay back down and cry myself to sleep.

       That morning you wake up to an empty cold bed and decided to apologize to Tom and hopefully resolve the past few days. An hour later at breakfast, you had a plan on how to make him forgive, he could never stay upset with you for long. As you were getting ready for the plan, you had put on his favorite outfit playing music in the background. The song No Control by One Direction was playing in the background and since you were in the bathroom, you did not see Harrison walk in enjoying the music and singing. Harrison was sent to get some items from the bedroom and came to apologize to you. You sit down on the bed and pat the bed for him to sit down next to you. "I am sorry I did not remind him; the case is now over because of that night. I want you both to be happy and I will do anything to protect you. And as always you look beautiful and he will love that outfit. Let us get him to be happy again." He looks at you and sees a smile on your face and sighs a breath of relief and leans over and kisses your cheek causing you to blush. You then explain what you want to and you both start the plan, where you will call Tom and give him sass just to get him to cancel the meeting and call you in and then he is back to your Tom that you love.

         The plan started at exactly one o'clock, you called Tom, and when he answered with "Answer or behave." I answered with a sassy attitude, "What are you going to do, Spank me?" I heard him grunt before hanging up and knowing Harrison, the next second he sent a thumbs-up message to me, knowing that part worked it now to the next part. You get a text from Tom saying to come to the study, now to make him forgive you. You walk out of the bedroom and pass Harrison on the way to the study and he winks at you as to say it is good to go. I walk in and sit down directly facing him, his chair is turned around. I took a deep breath but as soon as he turns around in his chair, I gasp, he has tears in his eyes and looks sad. I speak first, "I am sorry for being so clingy and needy, it is just last night my sister was harping on me being with you and she is just jealous that you choose me over her. I am the luckiest person and I hope you can forgive me" as you finish your speech you are directly in front of him gently cupping his face. He lets me sit on his lap and wraps his arms around your waist pulling into a hug with your face nuzzled into his chest. "I am sorry as well; I will be more connected with you. The last few weeks have been stressful; and I took it out on you, and it is not fair. I love you; I forgive you. Please forgive me." I smirk and move to  straddle him, and his hands move to my hips and mine to his neck.

           I look him the eyes with lustful eyes and lean down whispering in his ears, "You can show me who is the boss. Make me feel wanted as you know how." His demeanor changes from sad to his dominant side and crashes his lips to mine with such passion it makes me grip his neck and grind down on his lap making both of us groan. He starts to control my hips with his hands and meets my core with his thrusts while we make out hardcore in his study in his chair. It got so heated as we started to move faster against each other while Tom pulls away and kisses down my neck finding my sweet spot. You pull on his hair as he kisses down your chest and back up to your lips and grinds deeper into you making you both release endorphins together. You fall limp into his arms enjoying the moment and kisses that you are receiving from him.

        After you both are cuddling on the couch in the living room, you hear Harrison come into the living room and sit down far from you are cuddled. I look at Tom with puppy dog eyes and he nods with a smile adorning his handsome face. "Come on Haz, join us," I say and in a second, he is cuddled up to me. "My big mob boys, I Love you both." Tom pouts, "But you are my favorite" and lean over and kiss him sweetly which turns hot proving that you are his. When you both pull away, Haz is smiling, and then in unison, they say, "I love you as well." Both Tom and Harrison kiss your cheeks on both sides causing you to laugh and pull them closer, spending the rest of the night in a cuddle party with your boys.

— Can you have Y/N become pregnant with mob!Tom baby but she’s scared to tell him because he doesn’t want kids. Then when she finally tells him he turns into a big softy and gets excited.-Anon

Pairings: Mob!Tom Holland x Pregnant!Reader

Featuring: Mob!Tom, y/n (reader), unborn child.

Fandom: Tom Holland

Summary: you have some unexpected news to tell Tom. But afraid of how he will react. Though his reaction surprises you.

WARNINGS: fluff, nervous!reader, confused!reader, Mob!Tom being a softie. My editing.

Word Count: 726

A/N: here's a little scenerio with a sassy reader

Tom was obviously growing annoyed as his hands started to ball into a fist, thumbing the table in a pattern. "So he didn't give you the money so you you just let him go?"

Tom was dressed in his best suit, tailed perfectly to fit every round of muscles and lean of his body. He was whispering with a clenched jaw with his men close. The Gala was no place for this business but somehow it still ended up as so. He was the guest of honor tonight, seeing he donated 500,000 dollars to the charity.

Tom's arm comes around the man, hand gripping his shoulder a little too tight but to anyone else it would look like two friends greeting each other. "What kind of business do I run?"

"sir, I -."

"I asked what kind of business do I run."

The man looked down, obviously frightened. "Money first, no matter the cost."

"now go get me my fucking money." Tom didn't notice his fiance as she stepped closer, hearing every word he spoke and frowned deeply. He promised this wouldn't happen tonight.

"sweetheart." He greets softly, mostly because her gaze was enough to make him know he was in trouble. "You look beautiful, gorgeous. The most beautiful woman in the world."

"save it Tommy. You promised." He groans loudly, pulling her closer with his arms, bringing lips to her ear and whispering. "If these idiots would do their job there wouldn't have been a problem. I'm sorry darling."

Suddenly music began to play, Tom took her hand softly guiding her to the table but not pulling her chair out, instead patting his lap. Despite her attitude, she took her usual spot as Tom's left hand began rubbing the small of her back which was exposed from the dress. The tip of his nose trails up her jaw, laying a soft kiss where the jaw connects to the temple. "You do look like an angel."

"you can't sweet talk your way out of this one Thomas." She puts a sweet smile as she waves at the people who pass welcoming them both.

"I hate when you call me that." He mumbles lowly, thumb still rubbing the softness of her back, soaking in the warmth. "I'm sorry angel, I know I promised. No more tonight. Just me and you baby."

"I've heard that one before." Tom rolls his eyes, but rests his head against her shoulder not before laying a kiss there. "I promise."

"we saw how that worked out last time."

"here." He pulls the phone from his pocket, turning it off and holding it for her to take. She gladly does, locking it in her clutch. "I super promise."

"Hmmmm." She giggles softly, "That's new but I'll take it."

His thumb stops, now taking his whole hand to the softness of her back pushing her closer to him. "Now give me a kiss."

A/N: hi guys I finally had motivation to write something. I found this as an idea written in my notes and its like 12:00pm so you know naturally I was like “sure”. sorry for any spelling mistakes I really couldn’t be bothered but you know. also should I start a tag list, let me know.

Summery: mob tom misses/forgets about his date with Charlie and this is what goes down in the aftermath.

pairing: Mob!Tom x Mob!Femreader

warnings: some smut sort of implied and swearing.

Tom sits at his large wooden desk rubbing his temples. He has had a massive headache all day and nothing he has tried is making it go away. He believes it has something to do with the fact that he feels like he is forgetting something but he has been too caught in a haze all day because of his irritated skull.

That was until he heard the clicking of heals moving closer to his office door.

“Oh shit” he mumbles to himself. Tom try’s to brace himself for the hurricane that is about to enter the room and destroy him, for you see tom didn’t just forget anything, oh no, he forgot about a date that he had planned with his loving girlfriend y/n. However he could tell he was not about to see that side of her now.

Just as he gets his thoughts together the double oak doors push open and a gorges girl wearing a tight black satin dress struts in with a look of murder on her face. She spots her pray immodestly and makes a line for the kill.

As she approaches toms desk he begins to muster every apology you could think of out of his mouth “baby I-i’m so sorry. I have n-n0 I-idea what I was thinking“ he stutters. As tom talks y/n stands at the edge of the desk with a scowl on her face, but as he continues to blabber on her eyes wonder to the stationary placed perfectly on the side of his desk. One particular utensil catches her eye, a letter opener. Similar to a knife. She picks it up and begins to twirl it around in her fingers.

While tom stutters he notices what she is doing. With this and his headache he become less apologetic and more enraged. He stops for a second. Finally bursting he yells “WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME”.

 With this y/n grabs Tom’s tie “No you better listen to ME Holland.” She starts in a tone ready to kill. “You miss one more date and I’ll show you everything I’ve learnt from growing up in a mob. You’ll be begging for death” with the last word y/n slams the letter opener she had in her dandy hands into Tom’s tie, pinning him to the table.

Shocked by the action tom looks down at his now pierced tie and then back at again at Y/n. She stands there with her arms folded in-front of her dress with I sickening smirk on her face. Would it be bad if he said he was little turned on right now.

His eyes start to wonder down her figure when all of a sudden he feels to perfectly manicured fingers harshly grab his chin and force him to look y/n in the eye. “Are you listening” she says in a fake tone making sure to drag the end of the word to exaggerate it. All he can do is nod.