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[longnose-gar]

Gorp!

Art for Mobread's (Toyhouse) character, Gorp

[tommyfroggie]

Chapter five: Only for me

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

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader

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

Word Count: 2.07K

NO CHOICE MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

"C'mon lovie, say it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." You said softly in return.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the fuck were you yesterday?

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

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

I want to see you today on time.

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

You quickly typed back.

Fuck off, dad.

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

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

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

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

But, lemme tell you, im REALLY enjoying myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the fuck just happened?

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[tommyfroggie]

No Choice Series Masterlist [T.H]

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

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

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

Word count: 7.8K

Status: Discontinued

Chapters that include smut are marked by *

Main masterlist here

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

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Prologue.

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

Word Count: 125

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

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

Word Count: 1.2K

Chapter Two: Why are you doing this?

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

Word Count: 1.8K

Chapter three: It's okay.

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

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter four: I can try.

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

Word Count: 1.4K

Chapter five: Only for me

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

Word Count: 2.07K

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[tommyfroggie]

Chapter Four: I can try.

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

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader

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

Word Count: 1.4K

NO CHOICE MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is something wrong?" He asked, skeptically.

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

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

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

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[tommyfroggie]

Chapter Two: Why are you doing this?

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.8K

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This is exactly what the message said:

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

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

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

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

So, you texted him back very politely.

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

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

Great, I'll pick you up tomorrow.

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

*

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

"Can you fucking knock?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey" You smiled.

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'What is wrong with me?!'

'Why did I do that??'

'He's the enemy!'

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

'FUCK!'

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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[tommyfroggie]

Chapter Three: It's okay.

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

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

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

Word count: 1.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn't stop the thoughts in his head.

'Is this because of me?'

'Did she not agree to this?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[tommyfroggie]

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.

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

Warnings: ANGST, Drug use, violence, guns.

Word Count: 1.2K

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"What the hell do you mean I get married in 2 weeks!?" You screamed at the top of your voice as you rushed around the room to wrap your head around the thing he just said.

"It means that you will be getting married to a certain someone who's the son of one of our enemies in the underworld." Your dad, John replied as he kept his eyes on your fuming red face.

"Dad, I'm sorry but this isn't the 80's. I'm not letting you marry me off to someone just like that, just for the sake of the business. Besides, do you really expect me to fucking marry someone without seeing him or knowing him?" You growled back in complete anger.

"Well, this is him." He said as he handed you his phone with a photo of the man.

You snatched the phone out of his hands, eager to make complaints, but all those thoughts faded away once you saw the picture. There he was. A hot as fuck photo of him from his last photoshoot. TOM FUCKING HOLLAND.

"Dad, are you fucking kidding me right now? This is Tom. Tom Holland. You know... the Spider-Man!?"

"Yes I know."

"So, he's an actor!! Why the hell would you call him 'the son of one of our enemies'?" You mocked him.

"You see Y/n, you're a part of our rich and famous mob, but to the world, you're the famous singer and artist, Y/n L/n. So is it really that hard to believe that Tom is doing the same thing?"

"So you're telling me... That his whole freakin' acting career is just a cover up for a... mob, just like me?"

"Yes."

"How- how do you know that?"

"I have my ways."

"Ok but why would he want to marry me?"

"He gave the idea actually. It's no secret you have quite a lot of fans of your 'music' and he just so happens to be one of them."

"Cool cool, but I'm still not marrying him. I don't even know him and I have a song to record so I'm busy for the whole month anyway-" Your words were cut short as your dad interrupted.

"You don't have a choice. This is great for us, it'll be like a truce"

"What the fuck!? Are you serious right now? I said NO!! I get to make my own decisions!!"

He left the huge living room before you could finish. You felt weak to your knees and you broke down. Tears left your eyes as you screamed out. You were on the floor like that alone, for hours, other than the occasional visits of the hundreds of bodyguards to check up on you.

An hour later, you finally gathered the courage to get up and head back to your room.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was running down your face. You wiped it off whispered to yourself. "I guess I'm getting married in the next 2 weeks. At least he's hot, rich and famous." You said that out of pure hatred.

'How could he have agreed to marry someone he's never met?' That was all you could think about, all night long.

You wanted revenge. Not just from your dad, but also from your soon-to-be 'husband'.

That's when you heard gun shots echoing through your huge house, in the middle of the night.

That suddenly brought you out of your thoughts as you grabbed your loaded gun from your bedside. You carefully tip-toed down the stairs towards the living room, where the gun shots were heard from.

That's when you spotted two guys in black masks trying to steal. They had shot in the ceiling to scare the family living here so they could get what they wanted. This was becoming a little bit of a daily occurrence for you.

"Seriously?! Ugh I don't understand why people come here to die everyday" And with that, before the two masked men could do anything, you shot both of them one by one, across their heads.

A pool of blood formed in front of you. You yawned feeling sleepy after seeing the same sight for the billionth time.

"Andrew!!" You shouted out.

"Yes miss Y/n?" Your dad's assistant came up to you.

"Get this mess cleaned up please and I'm not in the mood to talk to father so inform him that another robbery was about to take place so I took care of it"

"As you wish, ma'am" And he left the room to get the guys to take care of the bodies and clean up the mess.

You went back to your room and put on your silk nightgown and took out a Xanax from drawer, shoving it down your throat to hopefully relieve your anxiety. You tried to sleep but you just rolled around in your bed. Your thoughts automatically went to him. Tom.

You went to his social media profile immediately. 'Cute guy, looks nothing like a Mob Boss', you thought. And then you saw his 3 and a half million, extra followers than yours. "Shit" you exhaled as you switched off your phone and threw it in a corner.

'He's a really dreamy guy though....' Your head filled with the thoughts.

"Fuck no!" You shook yourself out of your thoughts. "You hate your dad, hate him! And you are going to take revenge! I cannot fucking get married without... without falling in love" You mumbled, giving yourself a pep talk as your eyes slowly fluttered shut. 'Love' This word kept ringing in your brain throughout the night, reminding you of your fucked up life.

*

The next morning, you had a huge business meeting, not for your so called 'music career', but for a huge underworld drug deal. Yes, you had talent. You could sing, no doubt in that. But, really and personally, you did enjoy this job better. You had that dangerous blood running through your veins.

You put on your usual black mini skirt paired with high black heals and a beige coat. It took you barely 10 minutes to close the deal. This was a big deal for you though. This has been done solely by the Y/n L/n, not by your father or anyone else.

Yes, people in the underworld knew your identity, but you had professional contracts with everyone, if they even thought about breaking the rules and remotely even tried to reveal your identity to the world, they would be dead in a matter of seconds. So, basically you were feared. You had that record of gruesomely killing people that ever came in your way, just like your dad, just like the Hollands.

Unlike you, who was building up, Tom, the oldest Holland son had already taken over the Holland Mob as his scary father retired a few months ago. He had several experiences in the past where his identity was threatening to be revealed and he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. His brothers, Harry, Sam and Paddy are like him too, but you know, he's the king. He was so feared around the region, he didn't have to try one thing, for the victims to spill out all their secrets.

Yes, it was difficult for both of you to manage acting or music along with your family legacy but, you both just mastered it through the years.

You were laying in your room after the successful meeting, that's when you received a message. A dm on your Instagram, specifically, from Tom Holland himself.

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[tommyfroggie]

No Choice. Prologue

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈- 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬"

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"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥"

♥︎♥︎♥︎

Thomas Stanley Holland. An incredibly famous actor, known all over the world. What if I told you, that this was just his little cover-up for who he actually was. The son of one of the most feared Mafia in all of London.

♥︎♥︎♥︎

Y/n L/n. An incredibly famous singer and artist, known for 𝚑𝚎𝚛 album𝚜 all over the world. Well, that was just 𝚑𝚎𝚛 little cover-up 𝚏𝚘𝚛 who 𝚜𝚑𝚎 actually w𝚊𝚜. The daughter of another one of the most feared Mafia in all of London.

What will happen when she's forced to marry each other? Either she hates him with everything in her or... They eventually fall in love.

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Just so y'all know, I might switch between Tom and Reader pov in between chapters. Comment to be added to the taglist and as awlays, reblogs are much appreciated <3

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