#mob!tom holland fic

[spideyzgirl]

it’s not all roses

summary: you and tom, your neighbor, have been dating for more than a year, and you have fallen in love with him. when he invites you over for dinner, you can’t help but feel like he’s going to propose to you. you’ve been waiting for the magical moment for a while, and boy does something magical happen.

pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, guns, mentions of blood,

wc: 3411

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you’d only ever met one man who you’d truly call captivating. tom holland, your neighbor who you’ve been dating for a little more than a year. you were completely infatuated with him, it was safe to say you’ve never been happier.

tonight, he had invited you over for “a very special dinner”, so he had called it. you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, he was finally going to pop the question. the thought of marrying the person who made you the happiest was one you could fantasize about all day.

you could hardly keep the smile off your face as you slipped into the pretty dress he bought you a while ago, along with the gorgeous diamond earrings he gifted you.

“y/n i’m so excited for you!” your best friend squealed over the phone. “do you think he’ll actually propose tonight?”

“i hope so. i really hope i’m not just assuming,” you muttered as doubt started to settle in your head.

“don’t think negative, i know he will. you’d better prepare for the celebratory dick you’re getting after.” she giggled.

“i’m hanging up now.” you winced.

after putting on your favorite perfume (also gifted to you by tom), you left your home, walking right to toms. using the spare key he got you, you let yourself in, greeting his cat twix with a few pets.

“tom?” you called out to him.

“in the kitchen, darling.” he responded. you followed the noise of kitchen utensils clanking together, and found tom in front of the oven with his back facing you. you smiled at the sight of him doing this for you. you were so lucky to find someone to care for you as much as he did. you snuck up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back.

“hey babygirl.” you greeted him.

“hello sweetheart,” he chuckled. “don’t you look gorgeous.” he pulled you up so you were leaning against his side, and gave you a long kiss.

“mm, can i have another one? just one more please?” he pouted. you laughed at him but complied, connecting your lips for another kiss. he grabbed your chin gently, holding you there for longer than you initially thought he would.

“god i love you.” he mumbled against your lips before giving you one last peck. “now, you and twix get out. you’re distracting me.” he playfully nudged you away.

“but i wanna know what you’re making. it smells really good.”

“you’ll see, now go relax. it’ll be ready in a second.”

you walked into the dining room, not expecting to see an arrangement of your favorite flowers, and warm scented candles lit. you sometimes felt undeserving of the things tom did for you, but he’d always be there to tell you otherwise. you’ve never felt so loved and appreciated in a relationship, it almost felt too good to be true.

“i’m gonna take your silence as a sign that you like it.” tom spoke as he walked up behind you with two plates of spaghetti. he set the plates down and placed his hands on his hips, observing his work.

your silence was starting to worry him though, and panic started to take over. “it’s- it’s not too much is it? maybe the candles were overboard, i admit. but-“

“tom, shut up. it’s perfect. it’s so perfect.”

“okay.” he gave you his signature cute smile before sitting down with you to eat.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

“take it easy on the drinks darling, there’s something i wanna ask you later.” he grinned as you poured your second glass of wine.

you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a maniac. you almost wanted to skip the dinner and get right to the proposal. well, his question. you had to consider the fact that he was probably asking you something else. or hell, he’d probably tell you what he does for his job - after a year - and how he can afford all of the costly things he gifts you. the smile on your face dissipated as you thought about it again.

it always bothered you at the wrong moments. you were annoyed with the way you couldn’t focus on the nice dinner tom spent his time on for you. you were now thinking about his one flaw. not only was it bothersome, but it was confusing. tom claims he loves you, but he won’t trust you with the most simplest fact about him after a year of being together? it was weird and hurtful. anytime you brought up the seemingly touchy topic, he’d always brush it off or quickly change the topic.

“are you alright? you’ve gone quiet.” he asked.

there was no use in bringing it up. he’d probably start talking about the weather. so, you put on a smile and shook your head. “i’m okay, sorry.”

but tom knew you better. “are you sure? is there anything i can get you?”

maybe the truth.

“i said i’m fine, tom. can we talk about something?” you huffed.

“okay, how’s work going?” he asked.

you scoffed at the irony of the question. “it’s going great, actually. what about your job? how’s that going? whatever you do.” you sarcastically smiled.

tom sighed as he finally realizes what got you so upset. that conversation. the conversation he’s had with you so many times, that he can hardly keep track of how many times he’s discussed it with you. he knew you were getting fed up with his avoidance about it, but it was better you didn’t know yet.

“it’s fine. are you ready for dessert? your favorite ice cream is in the freezer, it’s got your name on it.” he smiled awkwardly as he stood.

you sighed as you kept your glare on him. suddenly, several red dots danced their way up toms chest, before they all merged into one spot directly in the middle of his forehead. you squinted in confusion. tom was complete oblivious to what was happening.

“tom?”

“yes love?”

“what’s- what’s on your face?”

“somethings on my face? like what?” he asked simply, happy you were the one changing the subject this time.

“red dots. like laser pointers.”

“laser pointers? what’re you-“ tom gasped as his eyes shot open. “y/n, get down.”

“what?”

“get down!” he darted towards you, as the windows started shattering as a stream bullets began rapidly firing through them. tom grabbed your arm, pulling you down harshly under the table with him.

tom held you against his chest, his hand protecting your head as you cried in fear. the deafening sounds of the shots were enough to leave your ears ringing for days. there were no thoughts in your head, except for the one where you’re about to die in toms arms. the only thing letting you know you were still there was toms rapid heartbeat banging in your ear. you didn’t lift your head from his chest until the shots stopped firing through the house, the only audible noise was your ragged breathing and sniffles.

“tom-“

“shh.” he shushed you instantly, keeping a sharp ear out for signs of any people inside. he heard deep voices approaching the windows, followed by sounds of struggling, and finally the grinding of glass met with heavy footsteps. “there are no bodies, no blood. he’s still alive, find him. the girl too.” one of the voices boomed throughout the house.

you could see numerous black shoes scattering away from the windows, in search of you and tom. the men were tearing up anything and everything in the house in order to find you both. they were already upstairs; you could hear the muffled noises of things hitting the floors.

“listen to me,” tom whispered, grabbing your face and looking you in your glossy eyes. “we’re gonna run for the garage and get the fuck out of here, alright? stay close to me.”

you watched with fearful eyes as he grabbed a gun that was tapped to the bottom of the table, checking how many rounds were in the chamber before clicking it back into place. “what- what is that? why do you have that, tom? what’s going on? who are those people-“

“baby, we don’t have a lot of time for that right now. pretty soon, they’re gonna tear up with room too so we need to go. i promise i’ll explain this all later, just let me get you somewhere safe. nod if you understand.”

you nodded as more tears rolled down your cheeks. he crawled from under the table first, checking to make sure no one was around. once he was sure it was clear, he held his hand for you to take and you followed him from under the table.

you looked around anxiously. your flowers were disarranged and ruined, the glass of the vase shattered everywhere as water began to drip onto the floor. standing there witnessing the mess on the table, you felt like you were just waiting to die. you never thought it would be possible, but you didn’t feel safe in toms house anymore.

tom stealthily lead you both to the garage door. he opened it, but it was abruptly kicked shut by one of the men. tom quickly turned toward him, and they were both aiming their guns at the others head. he was much taller and burlier than tom. the man chuckled darkly as he cocked his gun. “you didn’t think you’d get away so quickly, did you?”

“well, for a second there, yeah.” tom shrugged, his gaze never lingering.

“stop fucking around, holland. we’ve got shit to discuss, you’re coming with us whether you want to or not.” he growled.

“you could’ve rung the doorbell.”

“that your girlfriend?” the man’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes running over your body as a disgusting ring fell on his lips. “y/n, isn’t it? she’s even sexier in person. such a shame you won’t be able to spend the rest of your lives together.”

he aimed the gun towards you now, but tom shot the man’s hand before he could even fire off his gun. you shrieked as the gun went off, alerting the others upstairs. the man was now sobbing on the floor, a stream of curses falling from his mouth.

tom yanked the door open and you both made a beeline toward the car. he hardly waited for the garage to fully open before he took off, speeding right out of the neighborhood.

he sighed and rubbed his head and looked over to you. you were in a complete state of panic. your entire body was trembling has you held yourself. tears were still running down your cheeks, your mascara with them.

“are you alright?” he asked you softly.

“take a guess.” you spat. “you just shot someone, tom! he’s probably going to die now, you just killed someone!”

“i would never kill anyone in front of you.”

“not in front of me? really? do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?” you screamed.

“y/n, calm down. he’s not gonna die, i just shot his hand. the worst he’ll get is a lousy jerk off.”

“that’s not funny. and that doesn’t make me feel any better. you still shot someone.”

“what did you expect me to do, y/n? he was going to shoot you if i didn’t shoot him first. if you thought i was just gonna sit back and relax, you’re out of your fucking mind.” he snapped.

none of this was making sense. you had your heart set on a lovely dinner date with your boyfriend and possibly getting engaged, with mind blowing celebratory sex afterwards. definitely not this. you don’t even know the man beside you, all of a sudden. he was entirely unrecognizable from the man you were just having dinner with.

“what do you do for your job, tom?” you asked quietly.

his grip on the wheel tightened and he clenched his jaw, holding his silence.

“answer me.” you pressed.

“i’m the leader of a mob.” he didn’t look at you when he said it. he didn’t want to see your reaction. but he knew it was bad when you fell quiet. “i didn’t want you to find out this way. i was going to tell you, i swear.”

the leader of a fucking mob? you were dating a crime boss? these are things mentioned on the first date, right? who knows what kinds of shady shit he’s into. it didn’t sit right with you at all.

“where are you taking me.” you mumbled.

“somewhere safe. i’ll get you cleaned up, and you can get some rest.”

absolutely not. ‘somewhere safe’ was not convincing enough for you. as much as it hurt, you just wanted to get away from tom. “stop the car.” you spoke up.

“what?”

“stop the car, right fucking now.” you raised your voice.

tom obeyed, and watched as you frantically left the car and began walking along the side of the road. he sighed, rolling the window down and pulled up beside you. “y/n, what are you doing? we don’t have time for this. they’ll be on our asses any second now.”

“i’m getting the fuck away from you. i don’t want to be near you right now, i’m sure you can understand that.”

you words cut deep, but he understood you were just shaken up. “you have no where to go, y/n. some of them are most likely still in the neighborhood, you can’t go home.”

your stride faltered as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. you can’t go home. if not, where the hell could you go? you were too stubborn to get back in though. you didn’t have any money on you, but maybe you could make it to your parents if you kept walking. which would be a 25 mile walk.

“you heard him say your name, y/n. they’ve clearly done their research. they know you, whether you like it or not. they know your friends your family, their address. you’re not safe anywhere right now. if you come with me, i’ll keep you safe. you know that.”

you exhaled as you stopped walking. you hated how he was right. seeing as you had no other choice, you grumpily got back in the car, keeping your back faced towards him. he continued driving, and silence consumed the car.

you thought about twix suddenly, and a wave of dread ran through your veins. “do you think twix is okay?” you asked hopefully.

tom didn’t want to worsen your worried state, so he lied. “uh, she should be fine. probably took off when the first few shots hit.” he nodded.

you sighed a breath of relief, and tried to think about anything other than the events of the night, which proved impossible for the rest of the ride.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it was well after 12 am once you arrived “somewhere safe”. your eyes lit up as you marveled at the enormous estate. once the gate opened, the car climbed the hill of a driveway before parking in front of the found fountain. lights shone through some of the floor to ceiling windows, giving you a glimpse of the beauty inside.

so the expensive gifts were just a tiny peak of his wealth.

tom noticed your reaction and smiled. he was relieved to see your face again. “it’s bigger on the inside, just wait.”

you watched as tom hopped out of the car, and you questioned how okay he was being right now. but you figured since he’s been doing this for god know how long, it probably doesn’t bother him as much. lucky bastard.

he opened your door for you and “come on then, let’s get you inside.”

you followed tom into the house, taking in the extravagance of the inside. the spacious loft area was well lit due to the gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging above. you could see your own reflection in the glossy hardwood floors. just when you thought it couldn’t get any more beautiful.

“this is all you?” you asked, still stunned by the house’s beauty.

“mostly me,” he nodded. “you like it?”

“that’s one way to put it.” you took note of the random people who went up and down the stairs every few minutes or so, and others who were chatting in the sitting area. “and you just let people walk around the house, at all hours of the night?” you frowned.

“well, this isn’t the ‘home’ part of the house, if that makes sense. the more homey part is in the west wing. come, i’ll show you.”

“i’m sorry, the west wing? what is this, bruce manor? how big is this place?”

suddenly, someone called out to tom, their footsteps hurriedly approaching. it was a blond haired boy, about the same age as tom.

“tom, mate,” he said, clearly winded from the run. “i just got word that your back. i wish you would’ve called back up or some shit instead of running.”

“i had something important to keep safe,” tom stated, gesturing towards you. “harrison, this is y/n.”

you looked at harrison and gave him a subtle smile.

“ah, y/n. i’ve heard your name being moaned in the wee hours of the night before. it’s no wonder, though.” his eyes trailed up your body and he licked his lips, making your stomach turn.

“hey, control yourself. she’s been through enough shit tonight.” tom warned.

“yeah, no kidding.” harrison eyes were trained on your bloody knees, and you winced when you saw how your blood was beginning to trickle down your legs. you blamed adrenaline for why you couldn’t feel it before. now that attention was brought to it, it was starting to sting.

“oh darling,” tom gasped. “that looks bad.”

“man, even in the midst of almost being murdered, you’re both still at it like horn dogs.” harrison chuckled.

“tom, slap him before i do.”

“oh my god. i’m gonna go get her patched up. i’ll meet you in my office afterwards.”

“i don’t like him.” you muttered after harrison walked away.

“it took me a while too.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

after tom treated your wounds, he left you some of his older clothes for you to change into. you snuggled into his large comfy bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry i don’t have anything cozier for you to sleep in. i don’t have… woman clothes.” he shrugged.

“don’t be sorry, it’s a comfort to me.”

“right,” he chuckled. “can i get you anything before i go?”

“just some space…” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“..space?”

the crack in his voice tugged at your heart strings, but you continued. “yes, tom. i meant what i said earlier. i can’t be around you right now. not until i can’t clear my head, okay? i still haven’t even processed the last 3 hours of the day.”

tom understand completely, but that didn’t mean he liked it. after today, he just wanted to hold you and fall asleep with you under the warm covers. he wanted to kiss you softly as you fell asleep, hear the soft whistle of your nose as you rested. but he won’t be getting any of that tonight. it hurt him to hear you say how you, the love of his life, didn’t want to be around him.

“alright. yeah, i understand. tonight was hectic. take as long as you need, sweetheart.” he leaned over to kiss your temple. “goodnight.”

he hit the light switch before he left and shut the door, leaving you to question what the fuck happened in the course of 4 hours. you were back to questioning if you were safe with tom. there was no doubt that your life was in good hands since, apparently, he’s good with a gun. but what if those people came back? you recalled how they were searching for you as well. what would happen if they found you? what would they do with you? what if tom couldn’t save you this time? the thought alone sent chills down your spine.

you were feeling too much all at once. hurt because tom lied to you and terrified for your life. confused, because you weren’t sure who you were dating anymore. it was funny how you were so ready to get tied down to him, and now you were second guessing that.

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[macadoodlewrites]

The Devil Doesn’t Bargain - Prologue (Peter Parker Mob AU)

Summary: Peter Parker is well on his way to taking over his adoptive father’s business – but with new threats emerging, Peter and Tony Stark decide that a deal between rivals needs to be brokered. A marriage proposal between enemies brings Hallie straight into the arms of Peter, and it won’t take her long to realise that escape will not be easy.

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, dub-con behaviour, torture, smut, swearing

Ships: Peter Parker x OC

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Word Count: 1.2k

Being woken up by a banging on his door was not how Peter Parker wanted to start his Saturday morning; it wasn’t how he wanted to start any morning. Perhaps if the knocking had come from a woman - preferably naked - or someone holding a wad of cash for him, then he may have been less angry. But as he knew that the only people with access to the house were Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn or MJ Watson, he felt perfectly justified in yelling, “What the fuck do you want?”

It was Harry knocking. “Get your ass up, Tony wants you.”

“Well Tony can go fuck himself and come and see me if he wants me.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger, Pete,” Harry hollered back. “Just check your damn phone.”

Peter could hear Harry’s footsteps echoing in the hallway as he walked away, probably back to his own bedroom with MJ. If Tony had contacted Harry, it must be important - Tony was the leader of the Stark Mob, one of the most feared gangs in Northern America, and Peter was being groomed to take over the empire. He already had a name for himself as it was - a name that struck fear when mentioned - but he wanted Tony’s title.

Which meant for now, he answered Tony’s calls and messages when required.

Not that Peter didn’t respect Tony - quite the opposite. His parents and Uncle had died when he was ten, and since that day twelve years ago, Tony had inserted himself into his life as a surrogate father, and helped his Aunt May out with tuition, contacts, and practically raised him alongside her. May had been killed two years ago, and since then, Tony had adopted Peter only months before his twenty-first birthday, securing Peter’s place in his dynasty. 

He turned over, reaching across his king-sized bed for his phone. Four missed calls from Tony, and even one from Pepper. There was a text above all of the calls. 

Meet me at base. Now.

Within an hour, Peter was dressed in his usual attire - white dress shirt, black blazer, black trousers, an extremely overpriced watch, and cufflinks with his initials etched into them - and walking into the Stark base. No one bothered him as he went by, he was only given the occasional nod from some of the higher-ups. He didn’t return them. This was business, and his image as the cold, unapproachable, son of the boss was something that he had carefully crafted and wanted to keep. 

Tony’s office was to the back of the base, and Peter knocked as a courtesy before walking in. Tony was sat behind his large black granite desk in his cream leather chair , a stack of files in front of him. There was a large glass of brandy in his hand, and his hair was mussed-up, as if he had been running a hand through it. He barely glanced up as Peter walked in. 

“Sit.”

Peter walked towards the side table next to the cream leather sofa, poured himself a glass of brandy from the glass tumbler, and then took a seat in front of Tony’s desk. 

“It’s nine in the morning, Tony. Little early to be drinking?”

Tony placed his own glass down on his desk and stared Peter down, his eyes tired behind his glasses. “I could say the same to you.”

Peter raised his glass in a mock-cheers. “Careful there, you almost sound like my father.” 

“I’m the closest thing you’ve got to one, kid,” replied Tony, but there was affection underlying his tone. “I have a job for you - a long term one. And you’ll need the boys and their skills to help you.” Peter, Harry and Ned were the perfect team, and Tony knew it. 

“Alright. Why the urgency?”

Peter watched as Tony downed the amber liquid in his glass and took in his appearance. Asides from his tired eyes and rumpled hair, his shirt was creased, the top button undone, and his tie was loose. This was not Tony Stark, leader of the most successful mob in Northern America, the commanding billionaire that the public feared. No, this was the rare Tony that only his family - including Peter - saw. 

“My house was broken into last night,” Tony said, and stood up to get himself another drink. Years of keeping control of his emotions was the only thing that stopped Peter from dropping his drink. “They nearly made it to mine and Pepper’s bedroom. Both Pepper and Morgan are fine, and in one of our other houses. I fired fifteen men this morning for incompetency and have had to check over every one of our cameras and security systems. We caught the men who broke in and they’re currently in interrogation.” Peter couldn’t help but snort. Interrogation meant that the intruders were dead men walking.

“How did they find your address? It’s not on any of our records,” Peter replied, leaning forwards. “The same as mine.”

“It looks like we may have a mole,” Tony explained, his glass nearly full. “But that’s not what concerns me. It’s the who.”

“And who were they?”

“Whittingham men. That was all of the information that we could find on them. They swallowed pills as soon as they were put into the interrogation room, so I have no idea if they were there to harm Pepper, kidnap my daughter, or kill me, but it won’t happen again.”

Gears were turning in Peter’s head. There weren’t many families that would dare put themselves in the same category as the Starks, but the Whittingham’s were one of them. Dominic Whittingham, the leader of their organisation had been locked in a rivalry with Tony for the better part of a decade. They were influential and powerful - clearly more powerful than Peter had estimated as they’d somehow broken into Tony’s house.

“What’s the job?” Peter asked. 

For the first time since entering the office, Tony smiled. He sipped from his drink and placed himself back at the desk, then slid three files over to Peter. 

He opened them. One was the file on Dominic Whittingham - Peter had read through it many times. Know thy enemy, and all that. Dominic was known for his wealth, his charitable contributions to society, and presented himself as a good man. To anyone on the flip side, in the depths of illegal activity as Peter and Tony were, Dominic was as crooked as they came.

The next was on Aiden Whittingham, the heir to the family legacy. He was essentially Peter’s twin, on the other side of the game, the one groomed to take over eventually. Peter had also read through this file many times.

And the final one was on the daughter. Halston Whittingham. 

He knew this file well. It was much smaller than her father’s and brother’s. As far as anyone was aware, she had no dealings in the family business, no hand in any illegal activity. She was a socialite, she attended events for charities, cut ribbons at ceremonies, appeared in magazine covers for her style and family name, and had a reputation as innocent as her father’s was blackened. 

Peter had also done his own separate research on her before, pitched ideas to Tony...

“Tony,” Peter started, staring down at the picture attached to the file. A pretty blonde, smiling widely into the camera. “Why am I looking at her file? What is the job?”

Tony leaned forwards; hands clasped as he leaned on his desk. “It involves Miss Whittingham, Peter...”

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[euphoricdreamsidreamabout]

Hey guys... I have been on a writers block most of the year and I am thinking of writing again.. so if u have any requests pls do send me!!

Luv u!! <3<3<3

[peterdarlingg]

Would y’all be interested in a mob!tom story? Like I was reading loads of mob!tom fics and kind of got a bit inspired? Well not inspired but it just made me want to write for him so…if you would be interested let me know 💜

[cameronspecial]

There will be a part 2 of This Isn’t The Story About Our Love?

I’m hoping to come up with something but I can’t make any promises because I’m really busy with school! Once I get the ball rolling with writing, I will let you all know!

[moon-fics]

A/n: I love this request because I love mafia AUs!! I sadly couldn't come up with any ideas as an actual fic, so I made headcanons for you to enjoy anyway!

Request: Hii, I hope you are having a good day! Can I request one with the mob! tom holland × reader where tom is really protective of his private life and everyone thinks he is non-committal and only hooks up for one night but actually, he has been with the same girl since he was 15 and they just get more in love every day 🥺🫶

Tom HATES sharing his personal life with the public

He will do everything in his power to keep his life private, especially from the newspaper

He only does it because anything can and will be used against him by many people who could easily take him down

So, even though the public yearns for details about him, nothing is really confirmed

There have been rumors that he sleeps around or can't keep a girl for more than a week

That's far from true bc this man has one love and it is you

He's been in love with you since high school before he became the powerful man he is today

Even though he can be intimidating and brutal, you know he's still the same dork that you met back in freshman year

He will do anything for you and only you

He refuses to let the tabloids know about your connection to him

He absolutely adores you in every way to the point where he won't denounce the rumors just to keep your identity hidden

He honestly doesn't mind being called a player because you both know he's far from it

At some point, the rumors about him sleeping around did bother you, but he quickly assured you that they'll never be true

Now, him keeping your private does not mean he's never in public with you

Quite the opposite, he's almost always in public with you

He just has people on the inside of the newsroom who do everything to stop headlines from running

This may seem like it's the opposite of privacy, but the public only gets information about him through the news

He hires people to block any photos that contain you and him, even at premieres or dinners

Not one paparazzi has successfully gotten a photo of him and you together

Even though he worries for your safety he would never lock you up and keep you inside

He enjoys going out with you, knowing he has other people keeping your identity safe

Not to mention his bodyguards admire you and are just as dedicated to protecting you

At the end of the day, you laugh at the rumors with him, pretending to catch him cheating and acting out dramatic scenes you saw in movies

[websterss]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐑 — 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: If there’s one thing that scares London’s mob king the most, it’s having an angry mother scold him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,333

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you like it! <33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It was like any typical weekend. The hustle and bustle that went on early in the morning of the diner you worked at. It was rather slow as usual. You got the same set of customers. A couple of college kids coming in for some breakfast before going off to study for their big exams, and a lovely elderly couple who greeted you every day as you served them.

“Good morning Mildred, Phil.” You smiled down at the couple in awe. The underlying love they had for each other always made you melt. What was even more precious was how long the two have been together. That was certainly something you longed for, but as reality kicked in, you never ended up being with someone who wanted to stay with you.

“Good morning, dear.” Mildred smiled wholesomely up at you.

“Good morning Y/n. How are you?” Phil asked.

“I’m doing just fine Phil, how are you?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I could use a milkshake.” The old man admitted causing you to chuckle. You nodding understanding.

“One milkshake coming up.” You jotted down the order. Not that you really needed to. You knew the couple’s order by heart. You always made sure the one milkshake that they shared came with two cherries and extra whip cream, complemented with two straws. It made you soft.

“Oh, how’s Henry?” Mildred placed her hand on top of yours perking up as she looked around for the brown tousled set of locks she grew to love and see every day.

“He’s right over there Mildred.” You smiled sweetly while guiding her to look at the child who was perched on top of one of the red stools at the counter. He was currently too occupied with the new coloring book that you had recently purchased for him. You giggled at his concentrated face, his brows were furrowed while his tongue was slightly poking out of his mouth. 

“Oh, he’s getting so big!” Mildred placed a hand on her chest, melting at the sight of your little boy.

“He sure is.” You sighed happily. “Well, it was lovely seeing you two again. I will put your order in right away.” You gestured to the notepad in your hand, before excusing yourself. 

“Nice seeing you too dear.” Mildred smiled sweetly as Phil patted your hand.

You headed back behind the counter to start making their drink. You began the same routine it took to make the milkshake, following every step you always took. You would start the process, doing everything normally, and as soon as you’d get the attention of those two brown beautiful eyes of your sons. You’d start dramatically flipping a bottle here and there for effect, like how you were doing right now. You flipped the whip cream container, then shook it around before creating the big white swirl on top of the chocolaty goodness. You finished off your masterpiece by placing the two cherries on top. You pressed your fingertips together then kissed them. 

“Voilà!” You said in the best French accent you could muster. Your smile grew as Henry stared at you with eyes filled with excitement. His contagious laugh caused you to lean over the counter to bop his nose while leaving some whipped cream on it.

“Mommy!” Henry continued to laugh as he cleaned off the whipped cream. “You got me!”

“I got you!” You smiled with joy. It was moments like these that made you stop and think. These moments that made you wonder how you got so lucky. “Alright munchkin, finish your nuggets okay.” You ruffled his hair then grabbed two straws making your way around the counter to go give Mildred and Phil their milkshake.

“Okay.” Henry grabbed one of his nuggets from his plate and took a bite. You shook your head still smiling as you headed off to the far end of the diner where the couple sat. Henry watched you walk off, then continued coloring.

Once you placed the glass in front of them you busied yourself jotting down other people’s orders and refilling coffee mugs. You were almost too occupied to notice the doorbell ring open, and the man who walked in. The man quickly looked around, noticing a couple stares that were not so subtly thrown his way. He stepped forward then made his way to the counter. He sat down on the stool next to a little kid coloring. Your kid.

Henry looked up at the man who tapped his fingers against the counter as he waited for someone to take his order. Henry was reminded of when you told him not to talk to strangers he didn’t know. Stranger danger ran through his head, but not entirely.

The man’s phone suddenly chimed, notifying him that he had gotten a new message. He opened his phone and quickly examined what was sent to him. He read the text, and couldn’t stop himself from cursing.

“Shit.” He said, which caused Henry’s ears to perk up at the word he used.

Henry didn’t know whether to tell the man what he had said or to just leave it alone, but then he took notice of the container in front of him a couple inches next to the cash register and decided to go for the first option.

“Y-You owe a dollar.” Henry’s voice squeaked as he turned to the man sitting beside him.

This caused the man to look up at the voice he heard off to his left. He quickly saw the little boy who was now looking up at him.

“Excuse me?” He questioned as he stared at the boy confused.

“You owe a dollar.” The small voice of Henry spoke up again.

“What do I owe a dollar for?” He furrowed his brows together.

That’s when Henry got on his knees on the stool and reached forward with his small hands. He grabbed the jar and turned it around for the man to see. On it was a piece of paper taped to the jar. The words on it read Swear Jar in big black letters. At the sight of the words, Tom chuckled to himself before he looked back at the kid amused.

“Ah, my apologies little man,” Tom said as he fished out his wallet from his back pocket. He then came to realize three things as he did this. 1.) Your kid just called him out for cursing, which he’s done multiple times. 2.) Your son didn’t know who he was, and 3.) He only had a hundred dollar bills. He pulled out one of the bills and gestured it to the jar, taking notice of the way the kid’s eyes grew, which caused him to smirk.

“For my horrible manners.” Tom let the bill fall into the jar, smiling as the kid continued to gape at him in awe.

“That’s a lot!” Henry exclaimed.

“Yeah.” Tom chuckled. “How about we make a deal? I am growing quite fond of this little diner, so for every time you catch me cursing in here, I’ll put in a hundred dollars.” Tom made his proposition to the toddler.

“Woah, really?” Henry gasped.

“Really, so what do you say?” Tom reached out his hand.

As Henry stared at the strange man who extended his hand towards him, he grew eery. He then jumped in his seat at the sound of your voice.

“Henry?” You stopped in front of the two of them, realizing who it was that your son was interacting with, and you were stunned to say the least.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, who slowly turned his body away from the boy.

Realizing the little kid really had no idea who he was, which caused him to frown slightly.

“Can I get you anything?” You quickly said, not meeting his gaze as you put down your notepad on the counter.

“Just a coffee and some of those donuts over there, love.” He motioned with his finger at the display case with all the deserts. “Please.”

“Coming right up.” You muttered as you turned around to busy yourself.

You didn’t know what had come over you. You weren’t as nearly overprotective or speechless…okay that was a lie you were so overprotective, but not as much as you were being right now. Maybe having London’s most wanted Mobster entering your diner was what was doing the trick. Making the air thick with tension that caused your nerves to increase. Nerves that didn’t make you feel at ease. Especially when your son was around.

“You alright love, you’re looking a little under the weather?” Tom questioned as he noticed your shoulder tensing up. Then he just had to say your name. “Y/n.”

You couldn’t hide the way you froze in your spot. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath slowly turning around in place to look at the man you grew to know over the past few months. You noticed the way his eyes softened as you stared him in the eye this time. You sighed as you slowly stepped forward to stand right in front of him. You were so overwhelmed having your boy and Tom in the same place, especially right next to each other. You started feeling guilty. 

“What are you doing here?” You muttered.

“I was told this was the best place to get donuts in London.” His answers amused you. He was referring to the time you told him that the tiny little diner you worked at had the best pastries money could buy. You may or may not have over-exaggerated that last bit, never truly thinking he would actually come here…I mean this place and his status didn’t really match well together.

You raised your eyebrow not believing that for a second.

“Alright, you caught me.” He held his hands up in defense. “I wanted to see you.” 

“You wanted to see me?” You slowly worked out his sentence.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He smiled sadly.

“We went on a couple dates, Tom.” You whispered as you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist. “We never officially dated.”

“They were some amazing dates I might add.” He smirked as you shoved him playfully. “We also can’t forget when we first met. You almost backed up on me with your car.” He chuckled at the memory.

You closed your eyes cringing at the thought that you almost did do that. “I didn’t see you.” You sighed.

“No, I don’t think you did…” Tom laughed and trailed off.

“I don’t think you came all this way to just see me.” Tom lifted his head as you started talking. “There’s always something else with you, so what is it?”

Tom sighed before he shifted his gaze to the left slightly. You followed his eyes to the little boy who was back to his coloring. He turned his gaze back to you before speaking. “When are you going to introduce us?” He muttered.

Your eyes grew wide. You didn’t know what to say to that. “That’s what you came here for?” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Hey don’t laugh, I have as much of a right to meet my kid as any other father would, no?” 

“Tom I-”

“You still haven’t told him about me, have you?” He frowned slightly. “It’s been almost-what six years now, Y/n. I’m a stranger to my own kid.”

“There was just never a right time. You were never around and with the things you do. I’m just…scared.” You sighed.

“Hey look at me.” He gripped your hands in his. “You know I would never let anything happen to the two of you, love.” He smiled up at you.

“I know that...I just-” You closed your eyes. “What if something does?” You frowned. You let your eyes fall on the curly haired boy sitting before you. 

“I’d give my life for you both.” Tom reached forward and gripped your hands.

“You better not. That boy needs a father...” You eyed him.

“Father? Really?” Tom lit up like a Christmas tree. He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and gave it a sweet lingering peck.

“Yeah...I think it’s time now.” You breathe out nervously.You take your hands back and run your palms down the front of your apron.

“I think I should be more nervous than you, darling.” Tom teased you a bit.

“Shut it.” You pointed a finger at him then walked over a bit to stand closer to Henry. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the two adults conversing since he was too focused on coloring in his Spider-Man picture with his red and blue crayons.

“Hey, munchkin.” You reached a hand forward to ruffle his hair.

Henry looked up at you. He gave you his full attention. 

“There’s someone I want you to meet.” You smiled softly at the mention of meeting someone you knew intrigued him suddenly. 

“Who?”

You quickly gestured next to him. Henry turned in his stool to see who he was meeting. It was the man he was talking to earlier

“Henry, this is my very special friend Tom.”

“Hi, Henry, it's nice to meet you.” Tom offered his hand. Smiling at your son happily.

“You know my mommy?” Henry asked.

“Yes I do, I know your mommy very well.” Tom smirked up at you. You pushed his shoulder playfully.

You watched as Henry nodded before he spoke up again. 

“Mommy, Tom said a bad word,” Henry confessed. Tom’s eyes grew wide in fear. He was not expecting that to happen. 

“You did what now?” Your mom switch flipped on. You threw him an accusing look.

“I uh...No wait! I swear…Henry you little-” Tom stuttered nervously as he was being stared down by you. “It slipped out by accident!” He raised his hands up in defense shaking his head scared.

“No, it didn’t!” Henry furrowed his brows.

“Yes, it did!” Tom nodded furiously as you raised a questioning brow at him.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

You watched as the two of them bickered back and forth arguing. If this is what your life had in store for you. Your actual child playfully arguing with...well you weren’t quite sure what you and Tom were. He was just your Tom. You shook your head in disbelief.

“Boys behave or I’ll ground you both.” You cut them off. Not really meaning it, but you weren’t letting Tom off the hook.

“Now you mister are in big trouble.” You laughed as you pointed at him. 

“It won’t happen again.” Tom nodded

“He even put a hundred in the jar mommy!” Henry exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” You questioned as you opened the jar and saw the huge bill piled on top of the other bills. “Oh, Tom, you didn’t need to put in this much.” You frowned as you reached for the bill only to have him stop you.

“No, leave it, love. It’s okay really.” He smiled as you eyed him. “It’s not a big deal.” 

“Right cause people just casually leave in a hundred dollar bill.” You couldn’t stop yourself. You let the words slip out. “We get it, you're rich!” You closed your eyes. 

“Yeah I have money, but I’m not trying to flash it in front of you” Tom admitted seriously. Your face fell into your hands.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just– I never really could adapt to your life that easily.” You avoided his gaze. “I work for a living, you know, and before, you paid for everything. It's not something someone like me gets used to.” You gestured to the diner. Tom listened intently. He knew how much hard work meant to you. It was the only thing you stood by.

If you didn’t work for it, then you probably didn’t deserve it. “You know I was thinking…”

“That’s never good.” You chuckled teasingly.

He titled his head giving you a playful bitch face. Then he grew serious again.

“I was thinking maybe…if you’d want to. You could–You and Henry could, you know, move in with me.” He suggested. His expression was shy but full of hope.

“What? You want us to move in with you? I don’t understand?” You shook your head. 

“What’s not to understand? I want to be able to wake up to you every morning, and see Henry every day.” He laughed nervously.

“No, no, that’s definitely not it.” You brushed off the explanation not falling for it one bit. Tom sighed deeply. 

“Alright, fine. I really don’t think it’s safe to live on this side of Kingston.” 

“Tom we talked about this-”

“Just listen to me.” He waited until you let him continue on. “I want to feel like I’m actually doing something. I want to be able to go to bed with a clear conscience knowing you’re safe. Knowing the both of you are out of harm’s way.” He smiled softly at the end.

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Tom knew how to truly make your heart melt.

“Let’s get him accustomed to a new parental figure in his life first, then we'll talk about living arrangements.” You answered curtly and shortly.

“Really?” He looked up shocked, not expecting you to actually give in. 

“Yea, do I need to say it in another way or form?”

“I heard you perfectly, my love.” Tom beamed as he grabbed your hands curling them into his and placing a big ole kiss on top of them, making you giggle at his fanatics. You enjoyed being the only one besides his family to truly see this side of him.

“This will be good for us, right?” You nodded trying to reassure yourself.

“It will be my love, I’m going to make sure of it.” He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Ewwww!” Henry exclaimed with a disgusted scrunched up face. “He still said a bad word, mommy.” He pointed it out, you had almost forgotten about that.

“As a matter of fact, he did…didn’t he.” You slowly turned your gaze back to Tom who sat there grinning, scared for his life. “Care to explain?” You lifted a brow at him. 

“I..uh..hahahahah.” He chuckled nervously. He avoided your gaze then realized you placed his order in front of him. You followed his gaze, then you both looked at each other. Tom reacted much quicker than you and reached for the box and took off towards the door running scared. You scoff, you were stunned and at loss for words, but you glanced down at your watch and counted down.

3, 2, 1.

You made a motion with your finger towards the door and in came Tom walking up to you to give you another kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll pick you guys up later?” He smiled innocently.

“Sure.” You nodded amused, biting your lip.

Tom turned around again but then decided to say goodbye to Henry.

“That Spiderman?” He nodded to the picture.

“Yeah, he’s so cool!” Henry exclaimed happily.

“Hell yeah, he is.” Tom froze as it slipped past his lips again.

“Tom!” You scolded him. You were now glaring at him. Tom quickly reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and placed another hundred in the jar. He leaned over the counter and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips this time, before taking off running, but not before saying.

“I’ll work on it, bye Henry!” Then the door closed behind him.

You stood there stunned. Your fingers slowly tracing over your lips. You shook your head, grinning stupidly, then turned to look at your son. 

“What are we going to do with him?” 

“We could try duck tape.” He suggested.

“Yes!” You pointed at him and high fived him. You knew that everything would work itself out in the end and that’s something you couldn’t wait to happen.

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📓 <333

Okay back to answering these

I have this one very sprawling, episodic fic I call the Peter Parker Roommates AU that I deeply adore that’s basically based on the idea that, when the three Peters hugged at the end of multiverse, they got kind of glitched together and gained the ability to hop into each others universes.

They discover this fact entirely by accident after the entire matter is settled, everyone’s been sent back to their home universes and forgotten Tom Holland!Peter.

WHAT THEY SHOULD DO:

Tell the fucking wizards

WHAT THEY DO NOT DO:

okay so the thing is

They know, okay? They know that this is probably “cosmically dangerous” and “endangering the fabric of reality” or whatever. They all don’t want to rip a hole in the space time continuum that destroys all of existence.

But there’s a very compelling counterpoint to not telling the wizards.

And that’s that all of them are homeless and rent is very very expensive in every version of New York City and it is very very hard to get a roommate when you’re secretly fucking Spider-Man. They have never had such an unparalleled opportunity to split rent three ways before.

the thing is that apparently changing the fates of people who were “important” to your “past” may or may not change the world you come back to. 2/3 Spider-Men did not know they would be homeless coming out the other end of this and are very unprepared. The last 1/3 only had like 7 minutes of forewarning and is likewise caught off guard.

THE SPIDERMEN AND THEIR RESPECTIVE LIVING SITUATIONS:

Tom Holland!Peter (“Pete”): cold, homeless, alone, and sad. Has no idea if he still legally exists or not

Tobey McGuire!Peter (“Peter B.”): see the thing is that he’s been figuring things out and on/off with Mary Jane for a long time and when he left his universe last he and MJ were actually making a pretty good go at long term domesticity and had an apartment together and were really happy. He gets back and they’re very much off again and not on speaking terms, apparently, for reasons that he can’t figure out because they’re not on speaking terms. He has no idea where he lives. He cannot find it. He has tried. Where are all of his things. Currently has the clothes on his back and nothing else.

Andrew Garfield!Peter (“Peter P.”): not technically homeless but seriously considering it as a preferable alternative. The thing is that when he last left his universe he was living on his own, having moved out of Aunt Mays house for her safety and sanity. The universe he returned to was not that. He’s back in his childhood bedroom and apparently in this universe he was fighting a crime ring he was not fighting when he left because his closet is full of cocaine and he does not know why or where he got it or what mob he stole it from. It’s just. It’s an enormous amount of cocaine. He can’t remember what to do with it. He needs to get out of his aunts house and take his cocaine with him.

Anyway they realize that Peter B.’s aunt may never lost her house (a de-Goblin’d Norman Osborn paid it off and refused to accept any reimbursement whatsoever in complete guilt over what happened with Pete’s May). However, she is the oldest out of any May by a lot and needs to be in full time assisted living care home (also forcibly paid for by Norman Osborn for reasons that. Yeah. Would not explain. Makes sense why now.) and the 3 Peters decide to move in together at Peter B’s home and split living costs from there.

Honestly it’s too sprawling of a fic to adequately summarize so here are the highlights:

Peter B’s universe has a long time Daredevil that he’s absolute best friends with and neither of them will admit that they’re friends. They’re in a “purely professional” relationship except they like send each other recipes and go antiquing together on the weekends. Both of them fucking hate their universe’s Avengers, who just cropped up.

Okay it’s not that they HATE them it’s just that they hate them. The thing is that this universes avengers didn’t get the hard launch of an alien invasion. Peter B’s universe had Just Spider-Man for a very long time and then Daredevil and Luke Cage and Jessica Jones and other street folk popped up and now the government is trying to roll out their own superhero team. The thing is they don’t have a super large amount to work with since there’s no alien invasion and people fucking love Spider-Man and other solo heroes so they just play the team angle really hard. The government basically launches a PR campaign that’s about how superhero teams are inherently more trustworthy and have more accountability because you have them keeping each other in check. They’re trying to rope in Spider-Man because he’s got the most street cred out of anyone like just join a TEAM get support from a TEAM and it’s just. It’s so annoying and inconvenient. Leave him BE.

Daredevil is having similar problems and is similarly angry about it. He’s not joining a team with tony stark out of all the godforsaken people. Get off of his rooftop and stop trying to recruit him.

They decide “fuck it” and to form a “team” with each other so that way they can say LOOK we have a TEAM we did the TEAM thing leave us alone now. What’s their team name? Uhhh… red. Team red. Because they both are wearing red. Leave them alone now.

This leads to some random guy named Deadpool taking out billboards and television ads begging to be made a part of their team. They don’t know who he is. He left a muffin basket nailed to the Peters front door with a knife as a bribe/for your consideration gift. How does this man know where they live and who is he. Anyway the muffins were fantastic

(Pete during Peter Bs biweekly bitchfest about the avengers: hey it’s probably a good idea you’re not teaming up with them because shield was secretly nazis in my universe

Peter B, slamming his hand on the counter: I KNEW IT)

(Peter B’s Matt (“Mr. Murdock”) waking Pete up in the middle of the night: what do you mean they were secretly nazi’s

Pete, violently realizing that his attorney was daredevil the whole fucking time: oh I’m gonna torture him with that *cue three months straight where he makes a bunch of lawyer jokes around his universe’s daredevil to drive him mad with paranoia*)

Mike Murdock shenanigans when Pete’s Matt gets caught as Daredevil, arrested, and put on trial and Pete, who has decided he owes him a life debt for his help when he was in the hot seat, concoctes a wild scheme where they claim it was his twin brother Mike Murdock all along. Forces Mr. Murdock to go along as their “Mike” by promising to find a way to reveal SHIELD as secretly nazis, because they’re so fucking annoying and Mr. Murdock wants public humiliation and pain for the inconvenience of having to deal with them

When they do reveal them as secretly nazis they do it through Peter B’s universe’s Bucky, who ends up moving to Pete’s universe in a sort of recovery/witness relocation thing. He moves in with Pete’s Matt (“Matt”), who hates this fact. Leave his home.

Peter B’s universe’s Steve hurdles into depression when it’s discovered that he was working for Nazis and Bucky doesn’t want to see him (he immigrated to another universe and they were planning to tell 0 people that fact) and keeps moping where Peter B has to see it, ruining his now AMAZING mood now that the avengers and shield were publicly ruined. So he drops him off at Matt’s apartment. Matt hates this fact. Leave his home.

This Steve decides that immigration to another universe is the only and best option and becomes a barista and decides his fake name is going to be his favorite character from his favorite book from the 40s that was sadly mostly unknown. So he goes around as Frodo the Barista now. What do you mean that book is popular here. He can’t change it again.

He fights crime as a vigilante in Brooklyn with his Bucky in his free time. Matt is frothing with rage that this is his problem and demands Pete do something about it. Pete starts spreading the rumor that this is the ghost of Captain America and Bucky Barnes haunting Brooklyn, obviously. He is aware that his universes Bucky is still alive. People believe it anyway. Now there’s ghost tours in Brooklyn to see the ghost of someone who’s still fucking alive.

(Matt: I need them out of my home I can’t take this anymore

Foggy, squinting at him: you fucked both of them didn’t you

Matt: that is BESIDES THE POINT)

Peter P’s universe is the only one without a daredevil and he is SO UPSET. He loves daredevils. He wants one so so bad. This is so unfair.

Then law student Matt Murdock starts dicking around in black sweatpants and Peter P could not be more excited. Oh god oh fuck yes yes yes yes it’s happening

His Matt is deeply confused as to how he already caught Spider-Man’s attention and doesn’t want to team up with him. He’s just cleaning up his neighborhood. This isn’t a Thing he doesn’t have a superhero name. When Peter p insists on knowing who he is he just replies “I am a Man of Justice”

Peter P is so fucking psyched and blinded that he got a dramatic theatre kid Matt Murdock that he forgets himself and decides “I’m gonna call you MJ. You look like an M name” and then has a panic attack because BOTH the other Peters fell in love with an MJ. Did he jinx this cosmically?? Oh god

The thing is that Peter P’s universe didn’t get an Avengers, they got a fantastic four. Peter P is in a very unwilling and one sided rivalry with Johnny Storm on account that Johnny Storm keeps trying to rival him and he’s like. Fucking 17. Peter P is an adult man in grad school he can’t, this is, it’s just embarrassing is what it is. However Pete fucking betrayed him by dating Johnny Storm (re: had a star crossed and doomed to fail genuine relationship with him that helped him recover from losing MJ and Ned and crashed and failed due to the fact that Reed Richards was chasing the multiverse and Pete decided he couldn’t risk what he had with the Peters after losing his entire family to the multiverse last time. They broke up and both were devastated)

(Peter P, under the impression he has Big Brother Authority, which does not exist: I FORBID IT

Pete: I do not care man

Peter B, has a headache: let’s all take a step back

Peter P: he’s, he’s immature and bad and always dating new people every week and and he is trying to steal your sweetness

Pete: *stares at him* *ungodly screeching*)

The thing is that the Johnny Storm led to an agreement where they could not date each others friends/enemies multiversal counterparts because it got weird fast. What do you MEAN that your MJ is your Daredevil Pete has ONE FRIEND IN HIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND THATS HIS MATT PETER P CANNOT DATE HIS MATT

This leads to a period of time where Pete insists upon living out of a little hobo sack in his universe, which leads to an even more embarrassing period of time where Peter B is aggressively trying to hunt him down and force him to talk about his feelings, which is the one thing Pete is refusing to do. Peter B refuses to let Pete (who is in his self destructive loner phase, they all have one, it’s a Peter Parker thing) live alone. He needs a roommate who can patch him up or peter b will fucking web them together. Pete says “fine” and gets a roommate. The roommate is the Punisher. He is the only one who thinks this is a solution. Except Frank is weirdly good with angst riddled seventeen year olds and pete gets more emotional actualization and moves back in with the other Peters

Peter Bs JJJ has actual journalistic integrity and some modicum of concern for this random teenager that his photographer took in and thinks he just needs stability and structure and support in life to succeed. He keeps trying to be a mentor figure in Pete’s life who is simply not having it.

He eventually ends up in multiversal shenanigans and discovers Pete’s version of him, who he decides is the Evil Version of him who sells fucking scam multivitamins and slanders a perfectly nice young man. His thing was different they’re not talking about that anyway he has to kill the version of him without journalistic integrity

Peter B, could not be more tired: *deep breath*

Mr. Murdock is in a long standing polycule with his Karen and his Foggy and the thing is that both his Karen and his Foggy have baby fever but can’t adopt because their lives are hostile to children’s continued survival and he decides that what he really needs for them is a durable orphan who can be their like, pseudo child and he can be like the weird uncle to. He just sort of shoves Pete in their path, who fucking owes him for the entire thing with Mike Murdock, and it’s really very extremely awkward when they figure out he was doing it to help Karen and foggy get out their latent parenting instincts. Pete feels violated.

There’s this entire subplot with scarlet witch and multiversal versions of her orphaned twins trying to find a version of their mom (who died in Peter B’s universe) that they can be with that would take too long to get into but whenever they misbehave on the quest to find Pete’s scarlet witch and see if she ever considered motherhood they threaten to send them back to their home universe to be Mr Murdock’s durable orphans

There’s a lot more but this is very long already

[sadisticsongbird]

home sick ~ tom holland

summary: requested by anonymous - "a Peter Parker fic where he takes care of reader from sickness or injury is up to you. I don’t know if you’ve ever written one before or if you like the idea but i love a mob!tom fic it’s always 🤩 so there's that"

warnings: nothing but plain ol' fluff

word count: 1.3k

You had been tossing and turning all night, your head driving you insane. Headaches have been a constant part of your life, and even though most of the time, you can tough through them, sometimes they’re too much. You can’t open your eyes, afraid that the light is gonna be too much. Forget walking around or even sitting up. The world is spinning too much to let you see straight before you're laying down right where you started. You can’t even eat anything, too nauseous to swallow. Those days when you have a headache and are home alone are the worst. Tom’s job, for the most part, doesn’t allow him to work from home. He used to have his men here all the time before he asked you to move in with him. His perspective completely changed afterwards. It was too dangerous to him for anyone to know you existed, except for his family. But you craved those days when he was able to be home, when all he had to do was work through deals. He was able to eat breakfast with you, cuddle while you read in the afternoon, and shower you with kisses while you prepped dinner. Now he was almost never in bed with you at the same time. The only time you conversated with one another was on the rare day he had off or on the phone in the afternoon. 

When Tom got home last night, he noticed the bottle of pills on the counter in the bathroom. He knew that you probably weren’t feeling good and decided to not wake you up, to let you sleep it off. But even after freshening up and joining you in bed, you still were rolling around, quiet whines escaping you every few minutes. It got so bad at one point that Tom was ready to go sleep on the couch. But he just couldn’t leave you. So he got up and walked to the bathroom to grab a rag. He ran it under cold water and squeezed it out until it was slightly damp. Your cries could be heard all the way from the other room and it only made him want to move faster to hold you. He moved back toward your side of the bed and your features were all scrunched up, your lips quivering. He brushed a couple strands of your hair behind your ear that were damp with sweat and placed the cloth on your head. You sucked in a shallow breath when it made contact with your skin, but you didn’t awaken. Tom’s hand found your hair and continued brushing it away from your forehead. Miraculously, you stopped moving and slept soundly for a few minutes. He waited a while to make sure that you would be okay on your own for a moment before he got up to go to the kitchen.

His feet trekked along the cold wood floor. He was super tired. He had so many issues at one of his lead warehouses today and men who didn’t want to listen to orders. Tom hated it when he had to get his hands dirty, but sometimes it was inevitable as the boss. It scared you at first when he would show up with bruises on his knuckles and bloody cuffs. You knew what he did for a living, but it didn’t make you any less worried. After fights, most of his nights resulted in crashing right away, and as much as he wanted to fall asleep right now, he wanted to make sure you were okay. 

He opened the cupboard in front of him and grabbed a small glass on the bottom shelf. He filled it with water before heading back to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear you in the hallway and hoped that you were continuing to lay still. Your resting body had all of the sheets sprawled across your figure when he opened the door again. Tom grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed and brought it over to the floor on your side. He let it fall on the floor while setting the glass of water down on the nightstand next to your lamp and book. Before laying down himself, he went back to the bathroom and took a few more pills for you to take when you woke up. On his way back, he grabbed a small blanket that was lying on a chair in the corner of the room. It was cold in your room, but he would shiver if it meant that you could feel better. He sat on the ground and laid the medicine next to the water glass. It was rough, but he leaned against the stand. He bent the pillow so it was slightly under him and behind him. He took the blanket and spread it across his lap, warming up his feet.  His hand found its way to your knee. You were on your side now, would be looking directly at him if you were awake. Tom rubbed up and down your leg before getting comfortable enough to lay his head against the edge of the mattress. He’d have to replace the cloth on your head in a little bit, but for now he could relax. 

You had no idea what time it was, but when you opened your eyes, the sun made your head pound more. There was a wet rag on your forehead, warm and it almost stuck to your skin. The bed next to you was empty and it made you feel even more miserable, but when you swung around to look at the clock, seeing your boyfriend lying against the bed made you want to tear up. The clock read 9:14, making you even more surprised that he was still here. He normally was gone before you woke up at 8 on a regular morning and you knew it wasn’t a day for him to stay home. You felt bad, noticing that your entire body had taken up the bed and now he was on the floor. His head was barely on the edge of the bed and his back was arched uncomfortably against the night stand. Your hand made its way to his hair and your fingers danced around his curls, concentrating on him instead of the pain. 

Tom felt the small pulls on his scalp and turned his head to face you. 

“Good morning…”

He let out a sigh. “Morning, love.” How you loved his morning voice. “Why are you still here?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“I wasn’t gonna leave you feeling sick. I love you too much for that…” he chuckled. 

“But now I feel bad. You’re missing stuff for work.” 

“You’re more important than my work.” He leaned up to give you a kiss and you gladly met him in the middle. 

You missed this, being home with Tom, getting special moments like this. While it happened under bad and slightly painful circumstances, you were thankful that he was here. 

You pulled away from the kiss, smiling. “Can I join you in bed?” he asked. “This floor is getting uncomfy.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the desperation to lay somewhere more relaxing. “As soon as you brush your teeth,” you muttered before turning over to face away from him. 

He stood up with a feigned gasp. You felt a pillow lightly hit you on the side, giggling to yourself. You didn’t know how long Tom was going to be home for, but you were going to cherish every minute of it.

[annathesillyfriend]

I swear, everytime I am surprised with just how quick the month ended 🤯 Life's been really trying me lately and all these incredible writers and their amazing stories have been keeping me sane. I am so thankful for that! I hope you're gonna enjoy these fics just as much 😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌊BUCKY BARNES🌊

my city, my partner by @real-jane

↳ one shot, this!!! i want this!!!

let go by @all1e23

↳ one shot, 18+, stunning work 🙌

incadescent glow (your touch brought forth) by @cupidsbarnes

↳ one shot, firefighter!bucky x single mum!reader, i have no words, it's just so wonderful 🥺

unexpected by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, army vet!bucky x teacher!reader, AHHHHH loved this!

a touchable dream by @nexusnyx

↳ series, dad!bucky, my love for this story and Nyx is out of control. i feel so connected to these characters, it's almost like i know them in real life. this fic has brought so much joy to my life!!

hide and seek by @musingsinmoonlightnlight

↳ one-shot, 18+, bucky barnes can get it. and by it i mean gloating rights... among other things 👀

little punk by @/musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one-shot, mob!bucky, Suz, you bloody legend you 😁

not even a little by @intrepidacious

↳ one-shot, roommate!au, what we like best - pining idiots in love

lost in the woods by @sweetdreamsbuck

↳ one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!bucky, you probably know that already bit bunny and lumby live in my heart rent free

common law by @/indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, agent!reader, when i make a mistake, i get yelled at and she ends up married to bucky barnes??? not fair

🌊STEVE ROGERS🌊

an olive branch by @real-jane

↳ one-shot, loving Kate's work comes to me as easy as breathing i swear

the best thing that's ever been mine by @velvetcloxds

↳ one-shot, stark!reader, 💙

let my heart bleed. by @xbuchananbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, steve rogers owns my body, mind and soul

in the name of the king by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, knight!steve, get your tissues ready and jump in!

ice-cream by @anika-ann

↳ one-shot, 🍦🍦🍦👀

you by @bucky-murdock-moans

↳ one-shot, Vidra, you are literally gonna make me melt one day 🥺

'til the morning comes by @rodrikstark

↳ series, senator!steve, an "aranged" marriage, LOVED THIS!!

under my skin by @indyluckycharlie

↳ one-shot, steve grant rogers was born to be teased send tweet

🌊SAM WILSON🌊

where love blooms by @lovelyavengers

↳ one-shot, loved this one 🥰

breakfest in bed by @callingsergeantbarnes

↳ one-shot, this. this is what i want in life

🌊MATT MURDOCK🌊

silly & sweet by @/bucky-murdock-moans

↳ one-shot, this is so soft, reading this felt like hugging a fluffy cat 🥰

🌊PETER PARKER🌊

rainy day inn by @userholland

↳ one-shot, neighbour!reader, friends to lovers, this is just so nice 🥺

secrets over ice-cream by @spidernerdsblog

↳ one-shot, i love dad!peter so much 😫

pistolwhip by @silkscream

↳ series, 18+, university au, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, fake dating, unrequited love, delicious fic 👌

stolen moments by @waitimcomingtoo

↳ one-shot, start!reader, it's just great, loved this so much 💕

this fic by @darlingparker

↳ one-shot, very very cute shit!!

ground me by @thegirlintheswivelchair

↳ one-shot, if you need a little cry, Kena's got you 😅

the baby assignment by @vendettaparker

↳ one-shot, stark!reader, this is such a fun read 😁

be my girl by @peterbenjiparker

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, M owns my heart, this is just so 🥰🥰🥰

hamatria by @peteprker

↳ series, dark!peter x stark!reader, now, this is what i like to call masterpiece. phenomenal work 👏👏

🌊JOAQUIN TORRES🌊

bloom by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one-shot, joaquin and flowers are the best combo ever

🌊THOR ODINSON🌊

rumble. by @xbuchananbarnes

↳ one-shot, Dani back at it again with such a stunning piece 😌

🌊TOM HOLLAND🌊

prince you've been gone by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, prince!tom, miss Nicole back at it again with one banger of a story, loved this!

lovefool by @totheblood

↳ one-shot, best friend's brother!tom, loved this one!

back to back by @venomsilk and @justapurrcat

↳ one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, S and Lia did such a wonderful job here, what a great story!

to be real by @softholand

↳ series, social media au, singer!reader, loved this so much!

🌊HARRY HOLLAND🌊

the bet by @farfromharry

↳ one-shot, haven't read a harry fic in a hot minute and i missed him, this was great!

🌊ANDY BARBER🌊

wanna be yours(weetheart) by @shieldedreams

↳ one-shot, this is just so bloody adorable 🥰

🌊NATHAN DRAKE🌊

chocolate and cuddles by @justapurrcat

↳ one-shot, i need him to give me a hug. or five. or just one very very long hug. i'm not picky

this fic by @xoluvx

↳ one-shot, my birthday's in like 2 months so if anyone wants to get me a voucher for a make out sess with nathan, feel free to do so 😌

don't blame me by @lauras-collection

↳ one-shot, 18+, enemies to lovers, fun fact - when you look up 'talent' in the dictionary, you're gonna find a photo of Laura. like for real

[junetuesday]

tom holland masterlist

♡ a collection of fics, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons etc.

♡ all tom holland x female reader unless marked with a 👤 which means the reader's gender is not specified

♡ otp

All of the stories in this section are set in the same ‘universe’ with the same couple. Apart from 12 Days they’re not in any particular order so you don’t have to read any of them to get the others. 

12 Days of Christmas (and beyond): Series Masterlist // one 🔥| two | three 🔥| four | five 🔥| six | seven 🔥| eight | nine 🔥| ten🔥 | eleven | twelve 🔥 + valentine’s day 🔥 + june 1st  🔥

On The Subject of (Headcanon Series): Forehead Kisses 👤 | Neck Kisses | Hair Playing | Big Spoon/Little Spoon | Clothes Sharing | Terms of Endearment | Random Texts 

Smut

A Covert Operation

Got a Bed With Your Name On It

Pull Over

FaceTime

Keep Quiet

Beg For It

Wanna Taste?

Whistle

Jealous  👤

Missed You

4:31am

Polo and Prosecco

Mine

Uninterrupted

Fluff

Tom Holland vs Aunt Irma

Idiot.👤

Pop. Six. Squish 👤

#BestNine

Angst

Maybe We Could Go to the Movies?👤

Blurbs etc.

‘Distraction’ kiss 👤

‘Before bed’ kiss 👤

”We just watched Toy Story 3 and now we can’t stop crying”👤

‘Everyday😘’  (Pull Over add-on)

“Hear me out, what if we have sex?” 👤

Playing video games with Tom and his brothers 👤

Tom keeps a picture of you and Tessa in his wallet 👤

”Were you dreaming about me again? 👤

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”👤

Bathing Tessa Headcanon 👤

10 Best Boyfriend Qualities  👤

10 Worst Boyfriend Qualities  👤

When it’s too hot to sleep in clothes...  👤

A surprise visit 

Physical v Verbal Headcanon  👤

Travelling when you’re sick  👤

When you’ve had a bad day at work  👤

Misc. soft shit headcanon  👤

Tom being a salty puppy when he gets sunburned  👤

That time Tom got sick on the press tour  👤

Snoozey Tom Headcanon 👤

Swimming in the sea

♡ sweetener

Series Masterlist

♡ au/other

Smut

Somethin' 'Bout You 

Thinking Bout You (FWB/Roommate AU)

Girls/Boys/Boys  (Tom x Reader x Harrison Osterfield)

Truth or Dare 

Forget the Bed 

When in Paris (CEO!Tom)

Release (Uni AU)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Tom x Reader x Female OC)

Good Girl (Mob!Tom AU)

Crash Course  (Fuckboy!AU)

Strange Occurences (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Safe (Friends to FWB)

“One Drink?” (Exes to Lovers)

Crossing Boundaries (Best Friends to Lovers)

Serendipity (neighbour!tom AU)

One Night (FWB/Uni AU) 

Fluff

No Lollygaggin’👤

Lovely👤

2AM 👤

Parking Practice 👤

...and they were roommates (roommate! AU) 👤

Facial Fractures and Mugs of Moscato  (Uni AU)

Angst

The Chain 👤

Absence (Uni AU) 👤

If It Means a Lot To You 👤

Gen/No Relationship Specified

Rock, Paper, Scissors 👤 (Roommates AU)

It’s Called Fashion, Thomas 👤

Blurbs etc.

Time of the Month Headcanon

Slow Down👤

Sing👤

Insufferable (Best Friends to Lovers)👤

Wake Up Call (Dad!Tom AU) 👤

Usual? (Coffee Shop AU) 👤

Parenthood Headcanon 

First time getting a BJ Headcanon

[ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive]

Ying Yang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49941847 by Explosive_Sproutling Alternate universe AU where the Avengers aren’t heros but criminals and Peter somhow gets kidnapped in his counter parts place Also I think it would be fun to toy with a trans peter meets cis peter type fic Words: 1273, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Thor, Loki/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Harley Keener, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton, Clint Barton/Thor, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Loki/Steve Rogers, Loki/Peter Parker, Harley Keener/Loki, Peter Parker/Natasha Romanov, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers/Thor, Bruce Banner/Thor, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov Additional Tags: Everyone is Fuckin, Everyone is of age, everyone is consenting adults, Alternate reality au, No power AU, no powers meets powers au, Trans and Cis Peter Parker, Trans Peter, Cis Peter, Mafia AU, Crime AU, Mob AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, I don’t hate Pepper but I do sorta, I didn’t tag all relationships cause they told me I cant exceed 85 all together, I feel like thats a lie and Ive seen more tho, Brief SA scene just intense groping but be warned read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49941847

[cameronspecial]

Omg the mob fic you reblogged i'm crying like a slut on my couch they should have married I'm so sad. This Mr. Winchester is good motherfucker and bestie,you really have a talent for the angst thing.

Awww thank you so much! I hope you aren’t crying too much

[jeyramarie]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

oooo i like this :)

mr. & mrs. holland- mob!tom holland x reader

the recruit- yelena belova x reader

the princess and the debutant- florence pugh x reader (bridgerton au)

hungry eyes- florence pugh x reader

don’t touch my girl- fezco x reader

these are all finished!! i placed the first part of each fic just in case y’all want to give it a read 👀 the rest of the parts are found on my masterlist :)

happy reading 🦋

[marvelouspeterparker]

home

pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

request: okok i have a mob!tom idea... what about tom having to work until veeeryyyy late at night cause he’s like drowning in paperwork and all that mob crap i wouldn’t know about... and when he finally stops he comes to your room to find you asleep and he’s like instantly relieved to see his princess after all that stress (can involve some smutty smut or else what’s the point). by anonymous

warnings: smut but it’s soft

word count: 1.7k

notes: ok i love this concept + this has been a wip for a while now and i’m honestly not sure how i like it, i kinda struggled for some reason but i hope you enjoy. this wasn’t rly what i wanted to post first and i’m kinda nervous tbh but here you go! just a short, sweet smut to get back in the groove <3

There was something reassuring and almost soothing to Tom about coming home to you after a long day at work. His days were sometimes filled with blood, betrayal, violence, frustrations, and nothing good––but none of that would matter when he stepped into the comfort of your bedroom, the warmth of your embrace, basked in the light of your presence. 

He would often feel the tension rolling off of his shoulders as soon as he set his eyes on you, the light of his life. No matter how dark his days would get, how brutal his job forced him to become, you would always bring him back to you, with your words, your company. 

Tonight, was luckily not bloody, but rather boring and exhausting. Tom spent hours in a room with dozens of other men, bosses, associates of other mobs writing up agreements, making deals, negotiations over territories, clubs, money. He was done with them all the minute he stepped foot at the designated meetup location and even texted you throughout the meeting to get through it. As soon as everything was done he was the first one out of the door. 

You often tried to stay up and wait for him on long nights like these, but sometimes, you couldn’t overcome the fatigue, and Tom couldn’t blame you. As he stepped into your bedroom quietly, he perked up when he noticed the light was still on but smiled softly when he noticed your figure curled up on the bed. You were dressed in your pajamas, since it was technically early in the morning now, but you were lying on top of the covers, meaning you had tried to stay up but ultimately failed. 

Tom slowly closed the door, careful not to make too much noise and put his cufflinks away first, in the dish on the dresser, then he went into the walk-in closet and put his shoes away before undressing down to his boxers. It wasn’t until he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up before bed that you woke up, the sound of running water stirring you awake. 

“Tommy?” Your voice was sleepy and saccharine, luring him to bed like a siren. “Is that you?” 

“Yeah baby, I’m here.” He dried off and shut off the bathroom light before making his way over to your side. He bent down and brought a hand to your cheek, gently holding your face as he looked at you with tired eyes. 

You cleared your throat, your eyes blinking up at him slowly. “Did you just get here?” 

He nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek, this close to lulling you back to sleep. “Meeting went on for ages. They just would not stop talking.” You knew he was honestly irritated, but the frown on his face and the furrow between his brows was nothing but cute to you and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath of laughter, making him smile down at you. 

“Get in bed with me?” 

“Of course.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and climbed over you, pulling the covers out from under you and tucking the both of you in. You turned in his arms and placed a hand on his neck, looking up at him fondly. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours gently, leaving a few small pecks that got longer and longer until you were pulling each other closer, desperate to feel one another. You were breathing slowly and deeply, in sync, your arms wrapped around each other tightly.

You rubbed your thighs together, suddenly remembering how needy you had gotten when he was gone before you had fallen asleep. You took a deep breath and sighed at the feeling and Tom quirked a brow, immediately recognizing the sound. 

He pulled away slightly and brought his hand back up to your cheek, taking note of the glint in your gaze. “I know that look in your eye, darling.” He smirked softly. “Someone feeling a bit needy?” 

“Please.” You pouted, mind too tired to let out full sentences and Tom was quick to indulge you.

His hand trailed down between your legs and raised his brows when he felt the wetness on your panties. “See you kept busy while I was gone, hm darling?” You nodded innocently and he growled, capturing your lips with his, his voice hot and heavy with need as he whispered against your mouth. “Yeah? You touched your pretty pussy thinking about me while I was away? Such a naughty little thing.” He quickly slipped your panties off and out of the way and bit his lip at how you purred and arched under his touch, your body practically melting from the touch it was desperately aching for. 

You rolled your hips as his fingers swiped between your folds, spreading your mess around almost lovingly. Tom slipped a finger inside you and kissed down to your neck, making sure to leave a few bold marks just the way he liked. You felt him smirk against your skin before his tongue swiped against it, a second finger making its way into you. It didn’t take long for him to find and tease your spot with his fingertips––the feeling making you gasp and writhe under him, your hands desperately reaching to grab his hair in one and his arm in the other.

He pumped his digits in and out of you at a teasing pace until your skin felt hot and you could barely breathe, until he could see from the look in your eye and the way your lips parted, unable to let words pass through them, that you needed more. Soon enough, his fingers were quickly pounding into you, the sound of your wetness against his hand almost deafening in the quiet room. 

He nuzzled against your cheek adoringly as if he wasn’t touching your most sensitive parts. His voice was as soft as his lips as they grazed against your skin. “Come on lovie, fall apart on my fingers. Wanna feel you make a mess in my palm.” He pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves and your fingers dug further into him, your mouth dropping open as you finally reached your peak. 

Your back arched slowly and you swore you could feel every muscle in your body from your head to your toes as the pleasure spread through your core, your stomach, and down your thighs. The world went silent for a few seconds until you came to again, the feeling of Tom’s lips against your cheek and his fingers soothingly rubbing between your legs bringing you back.

You blinked slowly a few times before turning to look at him, a lazy smile on your face. You slid a hand up to his jaw and closed the distance between you, thanking him through a passionate kiss. You tried to pull him on top of you and he obliged, sliding between your legs without pulling away from your lips. He pressed his hips down against yours and you gasped into the kiss from the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core. 

Tom sucked on your bottom lip and pulled away teasingly slowly to look in your eyes, one of his hands caressing your cheek, the other holding him up. “Are you sure you’re not too tired, love?” 

You shook your head immediately, “Just want you. Need you.” 

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Well my girl always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” You bit your lip and nodded up at him cheekily, prompting him to kiss you again, this time on the lips. He pulled his member out and lined up at your entrance, swallowing your moans as he slid into you. He bottomed out and ground his hips against yours, relishing in the gasp you let out. He took both of your hands and pinned them on either side of you head, his fingers interlocked with yours as he started to thrust into you, his eyes watching you fondly and lustfully.

You whined and looked up at him, “Missed you Tommy.” 

“Yeah baby?” He moved closer and let his lips graze yours. “Well I missed this tight cunt too.” You moaned loudly, your head tilting back and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, leaning down to thrust deeper and slower, letting you feel every inch of him inside of you, all of his warmth on top of you. 

The two of you were holding on to each other, almost merging with how close you were––moaning and panting as you raced towards your highs. Your lips slotted together messily and desperately but still lovingly as you got closer and closer. 

“Can feel you clenching baby. Shit––You gonna come on my cock?” 

You wrapped your arms and legs around him tight and nodded, “Yes, please Tommy make me come––”

He slid his hand down to play with your clit the way you needed and groaned as his pace got sloppier, his thrusts deep and hard. “Fuck, come on darling, let go. Wanna feel you drip down my cock, that’s it––”

Your fingertips dug into his back and he buried his face into the crook of your neck as your back arched again, a sharp moan ripping from your throat as your body shuddered under his before he came undone soon after, biting your shoulder as he filled you up. 

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while before Tom started to get up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could until he reached your lips, making you smile giddily. Though he wanted to stay in your arms forever if he could, he knew it was only right that he get up to clean you up. 

After gently dismissing your whines and pouts for him to stay in bed and kissing the back of your hand before promising to come back soon––it wasn’t long before he had tenderly cleaned you up with a soft washcloth and gotten back in bed with you.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you again, resuming the first position you’d been in when he’d first gotten home. You placed your head on his chest and looked up at him sleepily with a small smile which he returned. 

He pressed his lips against your forehead and swiped his thumb across your cheek, lulling you to sleep yet again. “You are the love, the light of my life.” 

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. “And you’re my home.”

[sadisticsongbird]

WIP GAME

okay so an anon asked me to do this and I accidentally deleted the ask!!! so sorry to whoever you are, but here is the list of too much...

Divided By The Crown - Part 3 (peter parker royal au)

Dreams Do Come True (peter parker)

Next part of Trust is a Fragile Thing (tyler galpin)

Opposites Attract Fic (arvin russell)

Undercover Love Fic (tom holland mob au)

Before Time Runs Out Series (tom holland soulmate au)

Untitled Fic (peter parker x starks daughter au)

Untitled Fic (peter parker x black cat au)

Untitled Fic (peter parker x maximoff au)

3 Nathan Drake blurbs

1 Arvin Russell blurb

3 Tyler Galpin blurbs

1 Wednesday Addams blurb