#mobtom

(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.

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.

She stares at him from behind her glass, her eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches his every move. For the first time in his life Tom feels intimidated by another. Her beauty and aura astound him. It feels like a dream. The kind you never want to wake from. With delicate hands, she picks up her glass gracefully and takes a sip. Tom’s hand tightens around his third glass of whiskey as his eyes linger on her lips.

“What brings you here love?”, he raises an eyebrow slightly as she places the glass down.

“Well what did you come here for Tom?”, she counters, grinning as her hand cups her chin as she leans her elbow against the bar. Tom smirks at this and leans in closer to her.

“I asked first (Y/N)”. A soft giggle tumbles past her lips, her eyes squinting slightly as she laughs.

“I came for a drink, and also to people-watch, now your turn”, she smiles up at him, a hint of nervousness gleaming in her eyes.

“People watch? What do you mean by that?”, his brows furrow together slightly, a teasing smile resting on his face.

“Uh-uh, it’s your turn to answer my question. I’ll answer yours when you answer mine”, she sits up straight, hands moving to her lap, that radiant grin that causes Tom’s pulse to quicken, remains on her face. It’s his turn to laugh and he does, a soft deep chuckle that vibrates through her chest, causing goosebumps to arise on her skin.

“I also came for a drink”, he crosses his arms comfortably across his chest.

“Rough day at work?”, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Uh-uh, it’s your turn to answer my question”, he smirks at her after repeating her words back to her. Her smile never leaves her face as she shakes her head slightly.

“Alright alright, you wanna know about my people watching?”. Tom nods as he gazes at her, eyes locked on hers as he listens intently.

“I like to watch people. Well it’s more like observing. Watching sounds creepy. But I like to imagine the lives people live and what they could be thinking or feeling at that moment”, her eyes no longer gaze into his. In an attempt to avoid his gaze, she stares at her hands in her lap, a little embarrassed about admitting something so personal to a man she has just met. Tom uncross his arms and leans them against the bench of the bar.

“I like to observe people too, I’m very good at reading people”. Her eyes dart back up to his, a relieved smile now resting on her face.

“I don’t think I’m very good at reading people, I prefer to make it up”. Tom grins and scans the room.

“Well show me how it’s done, make up a little story about someone”. (Y/N) looks around the bar before her eyes land on a middle-aged woman sitting alone at a table closer to the back of the room. She’s nursing a glass of red wine as she idly twists the ring on her finger. Tom catches her gaze and smiles slightly.

“What’s her story love?”.

“She’s a widow, that’s why she’s playing with her ring like that. And she’s drinking wine alone, so she seems sad, but that kind of sad you only see in people who have really seen some shit. She probably lived a crazy life, on the run from police with a boyfriend or something like that. They probably robbed a bank. Maybe they got married without anyone knowing as her family hated him”, she nibbles on her lip excitedly, nodding as she gazes at the woman. She takes a sip of her drink before she continues the scenario she has just made up.

“The husband most likely died tragically in a shoot-out with the police, and she was so heart broken she never loved another” Tom grins at her, completely enthralled by the way she speaks and how quickly she was able to come up with such a story.

“What a life to have lived”, he takes another sip of his drink. (Y/N) turns back to look at him and shrugs slightly, smiling softly as she takes in the smile on his face.

“Or maybe she’s just a bitter old drunk whose husband left her for some twenty-year-old with great boobs and she never got over it”. Tom laughs, a genuine laugh as he gazes at her with pure adoration.

“They both seem plausible explanations love”. She giggles and nods once more.

“Why don’t you analyze someone, you know like properly”, she finishes the last mouthful of her drink. Tom smiles and nods, gazing around the bar once more. His eyes set on a man at the end of the bar, women perched on him as he laughs and drinks with them. The smile falls from his face completely, his eyes hardening and his jaw tightening. (Y/N) raises an eyebrow at his sudden change of demeanor and turns behind her to look.

“Do you know him or something?”. Tom grunts and stands from his bar stool.

“Yeah something like that love”, he frowns and looks back down to her.

“I hate to leave so abruptly but I need to have a talk with him”, he continues, his eyes softening as he notices the concerned look in hers.

“It’s okay, but you don’t seem very happy to see him, are you sure you should go talk to him?” concern drips from her words and Tom’s chest swells as he hears.

“Don’t worry about me love, but you probably shouldn’t watch, things could get ugly. Just stay here, I’ll handle him”, he gives her shoulder a soft squeeze before beginning to walk off towards the man. (Y/N) stands from her seat and grabs onto the sleeve of his blazer.

“I can handle ugly; besides, you’ve got me curious as to what you’re so worked up over”, she gazes up at him, all traces of concern gone. Tom hesitates for a moment before he nods.

“But stay close to me, okay?”. (Y/N) nods and she follows him over to the man, her hand letting go of his blazer and falling back to her side. Toms stops in front of the man with (Y/N) at his side, his expression once again darkening. The man now noticing another presence looks up at him, his eyes widening in fear, scrambling out of his seat as he recognizes the taller man.

“M-Mr. Holland!”, he moves behind his bar stool, trying to distance himself from the man before him.

“Samuel”, Tom spits out coldly as he glares down at the beady eyed man.

“You owe me a lot of money Samuel. And here I find you buying drinks for random women at the bar. Which you should not be doing after all the trouble you landed in with your little underground scheme”. As Samuel tries to stutter out and excuse, (Y/N) watches him, biting her lip in anticipation. The women that once surrounded him have since scattered at the sight of Tom, leaving the sleaze who was supplying them with drinks defenseless.

“If I don’t have that money on my desk by tomorrow you know what will happen to you”, Tom’s voice is authoritative as he speaks with no hesitation, yet (Y/N) is not afraid. If anything, she craves to see more of this dark side to the handsome man beside her. The cowering man nods, his eyes wide as his fingers go white from the intense grip he has on the stool in front of him.

“Of course, Mr. Holland”, he almost whispers his response.

“And for fucks sake, if I catch you chatting up another woman after the shit you pulled I will personally end you”, Tom threatens as he places a hand on his lips, flashing his gun to the man as his blazer is pushed back. Samuel nods before dashing off out of the bar. (Y/N) looks up at Tom, her eyes scanning his face in pure amazement. With a frown Tom looks back down to her.

“Sorry if I scared you love, I’ve been chasing that guy for a while and I just let my anger get the better of me”, he sighs and cups her cheek ever so gently. His rough calloused hand warm against her cheek, causing her skin to redden and her breath to catch in her throat.

“I’ve seen worse, Mr. Holland”, she adds the last part with a slight smirk.  Tom licks his lips, a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes.

“Mr. Holland huh?”. (Y/N) smiles up at him.

“You call me love, it’s only fair I give you a nickname”. Tom chuckles and removes his hand from her face, unbeknownst to the slight disappointment she feels of not having his skin against hers.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll let you call me that then”. (YN) smiles and plays with her hands shyly, her cheek still warm from where his touch just was. Tom sighs softly and rubs the back of his head.

“I really need a smoke after that, care to join me love?”. She nods slightly as she gazes up at him, her eyes twinkling under the dim lighting of the bar.

“I’d love to observe you some more Mr. Holland”. Tom grins at her response and places his hand on the small of her back as he begins to guide her out the back door of the bar.

So this is a long time coming but the sequel to duty calls is here! I’ve been working on this one for a long, long, long, time (I’ve been through about 6 drafts of chapter 1) but I have finally gotten it just right to post it.

The only difference with this one it I will only be posting it on wattpad. Its just a lot easier for me, to keep track of what I have posted and who’s seen it but when I update on Wattpad I will tag the taglist here on tumblr with a link so you can stay updated. 

Here is the link:  https://www.wattpad.com/670493614-start-me-up-mob-tom-holland-au-info-teaser (my wattpad is @hart-of-gold if it doesn’t work) 

If your new and haven’t read duty calls yet here is the link to read it here on Tumblr: https://katies-bishops.tumblr.com/post/174668678538/duty-calls-masterlist-completed

Here’s the summary: (Y/N) is back on her feet and ready to take action against the man who almost killed her, the only problem? The people she works for don't want her to go near him. On the run from her own government, she starts a globe-trotting journey to take down the infamous mobster but he can slip through her fingers again.

Teaser | Checkmate Part 3

“Then just leave me out of it,” you retorted. Your raised your arms only to drop them to your sides once again. “Just leave me alone. That way we won’t have anything to do with each other and I won’t get hurt.”

You saw something flash in Tom’s eyes before he let out a dark chuckle, his legs carrying him forward until he was standing so that his toe of his shoes were inches away from your own bare toes. There was still a fair amount of space between the two of you as his hand reached out and he let his finger get lost in a few strands of your hair. Tom’s jaw clenched and then unclenched, his hand stilling as his eyes met yours with a chilling and piercing shine.

“I don’t want to leave you, gumdrop,” he murmured, his voice still strong and unwavering despite the low volume. “And I’m not going to.”

You gasped at the rasp in his voice and the sudden tingle of Tom’s hand resting on your hip as he leaned closer to you, his forehead brushing against yours. “Why-why not?”

“Are you scared of me, sweet girl?” Tom ignored your question, his free hand finding its way to the crook of your neck. He chuckled when he felt you tense at his touch. “Tell me the truth. Don’t lie to me, my little gumdrop.”

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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Taglist:

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

Masterlist

Btw no pun intended in the title lmao.

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