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hey guys! so recently, i haven’t been writing a lot and that’s because i’m having a small writers block and lack of imagination/ideas. please send in requests or ideas or prompts for me to write. thank you, love you guys so much 🖤

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man child

a/n: i used my prompt list for this so you guys should go check that out and send in some requests because i’m drained of ideas... this title whole fic is shit in my opinion,,, @ tRiGgEreD

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: BaD wOrDs two of them

masterlist                 prompt list

“Is that my shirt?” Tom asked, watching you waddle around the kitchen with snacks piling in your arms.

“Yeah, sorry. I conveniently found it, and you know the saying, finders keepers,” you pouted at your mobster boyfriend, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“It looks better on you anyways,” he shrugged before setting up the movie.

You blushed, feeling a burst on tingles in your abdomen. Quickly brushing off his comment, you threw all the snacks at his blanket-clad body and settled beside him. He pulled the blanket over you, warmth enveloping you. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as his arm moved to wrap around your waist. You let yourself snuggle into his muscular body.

“I love you, Tommy,” you looked up at him, eye shining with admiration.

“I love you, too, darling,” he leaned down, placing kisses all over your face. “You’re fucking adorable,” you giggled as his words vibrated on your neck.

“Stop,” you whined, “pay attention to the movie.”

He glanced at the screen before bringing his attention back to you, “I like watching you more.”

Somehow, Tom had ended up snuggled in your lap and you were stroking his newly grown curls. You doubted he was watching the movie at all, he was most likely asleep. His eyes, indeed, were fluttering shut, relaxing at the feeling of your fingers massaging his head.

“Love, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” Tom pouted and whined like a child.

“How is it that you are one of the strongest mobsters out there, but you are a literal child?” 

“I’m not a child,” he furrowed his brows, crossing his arms awkwardly.

“Sure, Tommy, sure,” you rolled your eyes, continuing to play with his hair.

He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms, only centimeters away from hitting your face.

“Let’s go to bed, baby,” you tapped his arm.

He let out a small ‘yay’ and threw you over his shoulder. Your ass stuck out and your Tom’s shirt started to slip off your petite frame.

“A child couldn’t carry you like this, could they?”

“A muscular child could,” you poked his back, cackling as he groaned.

pillow talk

a/n: i saw a couple of prompts and i thought “well that’s cute” and just yeeted them into the fic... enjoy xx

warnings: fluffy, late night convos with tommy, not explicitly sexual but there are sexual terms and insinuations

masterlist                     prompt list

You and Tom laid in bed holding one another, appreciating each other’s presence. A beam of light from the moon leaked through your curtains, shining over the two of you. Everything around you was still, no sounds erupting out of thin air. 

Tom shifted beside you, turning his head to get a better view of you. Neither one of you could sleep, though none of you knew why. Your arm and leg was draped over his body while your head rested on his arm. 

“You’re really comfortable,” you said, breaking the silence, “and you smell good.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, darling, but I think you smell divine.” His arm moved under you to stroke your hair, “How is your hair so soft? Are you using like a bajillion pumps of conditioner every day?”

“I just have naturally soft hair, thank you very much,” you sassed jokingly.

“Of course you do,” he sighed, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Yup, I don’t know why, though.”

“Neither can I. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you,” he confessed.

“Thanks for making me seem like a bad girlfriend,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes, “You’re not a bad girlfriend, love. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world,” he saw a satisfied smile light up your face, “Happy now?”

You nodded enthusiastically, pulling him closer to you. The warmth of his body radiated off him. You shuddered when a soft breeze hit your back and pressed further onto Tom.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He chuckled, feeling blood rush into his lower regions.

“You’re so warm,” you put your cheek against his warm chest.

As you laid with your body pressed against his, you felt something hard touching your lower core. 

You gasped, “Tommy!”

He mimicked you, “Y/N!”

“Your just like a teenager going through puberty,” you giggled.

“It’s not my fault,” he defended, “You’re the one pushing against me, and I can’t control myself around you.”

“Well I’m not helping you with your little issue, so you may escort yourself to the bathroom or suffer,” you said simply, still clutching onto his warmth.

“Little? I’ll have you know I’m a good 8 inches,” he stated.

“Ew, go away,” you whined, “I don’t want to hear about your dick. Just do what you gotta do or don’t.”

“I guess I’ll just stay here and rub my “little” issue against you,” he shrugged.

Giggling, you pushed him away, “Stop. Go get rid of it.”

He groaned, “Why won’t you help me now? You’re always eager to hop on it.”

“Go,” you blushed.

He joined you back in the bed after about 10 minutes, looking sweaty and flustered.

“Enjoy yourself in there?” You teased.

“I sure did, darling. Felt so good letting my load out,” he sighed, “You should’ve seen the amount, you would’ve jumped to swallow it.”

You smacked his arm, blushing furiously.

“I’m starting to feel tired. Maybe I just needed to get off. Luckily I have my lovely girlfriend to give me quality advice,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not tired, though,” you complained.

“Trying getting off, it really works.”

“No, Tommy, I want you to sing,” you whined.

“But I don’t like to sing,” he argued.

“I’ll suck you off tomorrow,” you bargained.

“Fuck. Fine, but I won’t sing for long. Enjoy while you can,” he obliged.

Mumbling a small ‘yay,’ you neatly tucked yourself under the covers and snuggled into Tom. He began softly singing Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Not long after, the two of you fell asleep, limbs tangled together.

admitting pt.3

a/n: updated broooo... this is for @hollandxreed because she asked for it a while ago... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: light mention of sex barely there, fluff, movie night with the bros

! previous part !

masterlist

It was late when you, Harry, and Tom arrived back at the Holland home. The moon was smiling down at the world with the stars shining beside it. The air became cooler, and the wind grew stronger. 

You walked into the warmth of the house wearing an orange hoodie. The item was too big for your body, covering your finger tips and riding down to your mid-thigh. It belonged to Tom. You were cold, and he’d offered it to you, seeing that you were still cold even after wearing a faux fur jacket. The hoodie smelled just like him, engulfing you in his scent and warmth.

“Movie night?” Harry suggested while the group of you settled back in the home.

“Sure. I’m gonna take a bath first, though,” you replied, already half way up the stairs.

“Same, and you should, too,” Tom trailed after you.

You heard Harry mutter “I will” as you entered your room, grabbing a new pair of panties and an oversized shirt. You considered wearing Tom’s hoodie but decided rather return it than keep it.

You scurried to Tom’s room, holding the orange sweater in your arms. You knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

“Tom?”

The door cracked open, and you saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes peaking out at you before his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d return this to you. Thanks for letting me wear it,” you handed him the hoodie.

“No problem,” he smiled, grabbing it.

The two of you remained in your position, staring into each other’s eyes. You were sucked into the depths of his eyes, pooled with love and lust. He, on the other hand, was fantasizing about you, imagining the things he could do with you.

Harry’s footsteps emerged from the stairs and shook you from your stare, “I should get going. We need to shower. See you later,” and off you went.

“See ya,” he whispered to your back.

Your cheeks were flaming red as you rushed to the shower. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and a something running down your spine. Your head snapped back to look but no one was behind you. You shook your head and hopped into the moist cubicle. You held yourself in your arms, thinking back to what just happened. Was Tom lusting over you? You shivered at the thought and told yourself that you were going insane. You scrubbed away your “delusional” thoughts and drowned yourself in the warmth.

-

Tom stood in his shower, thinking about your eyes drilling his. He couldn’t help but think of him pounding into you with your eyes locked with his. He groaned in lust and frustration. His member had grown hard from his thoughts. A hand reached up the his hair, combing through it with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, though. Leaning against the wall, his hand moved down to his length.

-

You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body. With a blowdryer in your hand, you blew your hair dry, combing it occasionally. Once you finished drying it, you changed into your clean clothes. Strands of hair fell in front of your face and no matter what, they couldn’t stay back. You sighed and pulled your hair into a messy bun. 

You walked out of the bathroom, then your room to the stairs. Harry was already sitting on the couch, snacks piled on the table ahead of him. The controller was in his hand as he looked for a movie to watch. Tom appeared from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn. You hurried down the stairs, sitting beside Harry.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Can’t find one,” Harry asked you.

“How about Harry Potter?”

You felt the cushion beside you dip, realizing Tom sat beside you. You turned and smiled at him while he smiled back. The tingling sensation in your stomach flared once again.

Harry awkwardly coughed behind you, “Which one?”

You ripped away from your shared gaze and replied, “Um, maybe Goblet of Fire?”

“Sure,” he replied and selected the movie. 

All your attention shifted to the screen, snatching the bowl of popcorn into your arms. You watched the snake slither through the grass into the skeleton, revealing the large logo: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. You grabbed a small amount of popcorn, stuffing your face with it. Your legs were crossed under the bowl, the gap in between your legs holding it straight.

Harry and Tom began to snack away, as well. Harry opened a bag of pretzels while Tom got a bottle of beer. The room was filled with sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing.

It had been about an hour into the movie, and your favorite scene began to play. 

Hermione shyly peeked her head out from behind the wall, looking down at the small clusters of people. She stepped out from her hiding, revealing her entire look. Her hair was sleek and twisted into an elegant knot. She wore a multi-toned pink dress that was nicely secured to her torso with sleeves made of a flowing material, same as her skirt. A plum colored belt wrapped around her waist, tying into a small bow in the front.

Squealing, you whispered, “She looks gorgeous!”

You watched as she descended down the stairs, slowly making her way to the bottom. Viktor Krum approached her, wearing his red dress robes. He politely bowed before giving her his arm. She gently placed her arm onto his, gaining a satisfactory nod from Krum that she didn’t notice, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was staring at you the entire time. He admired you as you sat with your hair pulled up messily and oversized t-shirt hiding the place he desperately wanted to see. When he heard you murmur “She looks gorgeous,” he quietly said, “You look gorgeous, too,” but it was too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was 2 A.M., yet the movie was still yet to finish. After all you had done that day, you were completely drained and in need of a relaxing sleep. You forced yourself from falling asleep, shoving more loads of popcorn into your mouth. Sadly, it didn’t work, and your eyes began to flutter shut. With all the energy remaining in you, you tried to pry your eyes open. You only saw darkness, and your head went limp, leaning against one of the boys beside you.

Harry looked at Tom who had suddenly gone stiff. The twin noticed your unconscious figure leaning against his older brother.

“We should get to bed,” Harry whispered, turning off the the television.

“Yeah, I’ll take her to her room,” Tom replied, moving his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Alright, goodnight, then,” Harry waved, yawning before he entered his room.

Tom brought you to your room, gently placing you on the bed. He hadn’t realized that your shirt rode up higher than before, revealing your Calvin Klein panties. He was brought back to his fantasies, but quickly recovered when you shifted in the bed. He draped the blanket over your body, bidding you a good night before you instinctively wrapped yourself around his arm. He tried to gently pry you off without waking you but there was no use. Your grip was shockingly strong for someone who was unconscious. 

He gave in and snuggled into bed beside you. You let go of his arm, cuddling into his warmth. He looked at you and smiled. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you. Your movements came to a halt and all went silent. 

Tom fell asleep, arm still wrapped around you. You had moved your arm to hug his muscular torso. The two of your legs were tangled together. 

It was the most peaceful sleep either of you had had in a long time.

! next part coming soon !

this acc is flopping; please tell me how to improve 😔

Hello! Please could you write something where the reader accidentally breaks something of Toms like his guitar or an award or something and gets really upset and worried that he’ll be mad but he’s not and he’s really soft and sweet 💔😭

irreplaceable

a/n: hello! so i’ve got a list of things i will be writing, so please be patient if you sent in a request... i’m working on a new fic every day because i don’t want to squeeze too much work into one day; these fics take me a while to write... anyways enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, accidental injuries, angst, fluff

masterlist                     prompt list

You were browsing through Tom’s room, letting your eyes take a break from staring at a screen for too long. Of course you’ve been living with him since the quarantine, but you never took the time to look deeply through his room, seeing as you were always preoccupied with work or other things like Tom. 

You walked over to the white shelf with many picture frames propped on top of it. Each one had a different picture of Tom, from when he was a baby to recent events. You picked up the crystal framed image. You examined him huddled with his family and Paddy standing in the front, all of them wearing their Brother’s Trust shirts. You admired how close together they looked. You loved your own family, but you couldn’t imagine having and being part of such an amazing family like Tom’s. 

You smiled to yourself, forgetting about the picture in your hand. Tom had brought you into the family. He had always been there for you and so were the rest of the Hollands. Nikki treated you as if you were her daughter-in-law, as well as Dom. The Holland brothers were very close with you, befriending you the moment you were introduced. You sighed, full of content.

“Y/N-” Harry burst into the room.

You dropped the picture in your hand, listening to the loud shatter as it made contact with the wooden floor. You fell to your knees, trying to save as much as you could. Luckily, the image itself wasn’t harmed, but the frame was completely demolished. You tried to retrieve the chunks of crystals and put them together but some pieces were missing that you couldn’t find.

“Oh my god! Y/N!” The twin rushed over to you, trying to pull you off the ground.

Unbeknownst to you, you were kneeling on shards of broken glass. The pain was numbed by the fear and guilt you were feeling. Tears ran down your face, and you let out a loud sob.

“It’s alright,” Harry cooed, stroking your back, “Look, I need you to get up. Your legs are covered in blood.”

You refused, tugging your arm away when he gently gripped it. Unconsciously, you slammed your hand back into the mess of glass, cutting your hand as well.

“We need to get you cleaned up. It’s only a picture,” he said, trying to calm you.

You finally spoke, “Bu-But the frame was made of crystals. It must’ve been so expensive,” through blurred vision, you could see the mess you made, “and look at this mess.”

You were utterly ashamed of yourself. For all you know, that frame could’ve costed hundreds of dollars. It must’ve meant loads to Tom.

“He’s going to be so mad,” you whispered shaking your head in shame.

“Who? Tom?” You nodded. “That’s complete nonsense. Tom would never. He’ll forgive you if you tell him it was an accident, which it was.”

You gave in to Harry’s pleads, letting him clean the mess for you while you went to take a hot bath to calm yourself down. Only when you looked in the mirror had you seen what a mess you became. Blood was dripping from your knees and palms, looking like you committed a murder. After the bath, you were able to collect yourself and prepare yourself to confess to Tom. Still afraid he would be mad, you put on a pair of Nike Pro shorts with your own shirt. Usually you wore his shirts, but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Harry had cleaned the scene to be completely spotless, as if nothing had happened at all. If Tom didn’t notice the missing picture, you could probably get away with it, but it would cruel of you to keep this a secret from him.

“Hey, Tommy,” your voice was quiet and shaking.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He looked up from his paperwork, smiling at you.

“G-Good,” you were looking everywhere but at him.

“Love, you’re bleeding,” he rushed up from his seat to examine your knees. He hadn’t seen your hands as they were hidden behind your back.

“Oh, I forgot to patch them up,” you laughed nervously. You couldn’t help but let tears fill your eyes, “I’ve gotta tell you something, Tommy.” He looked up at you, a frantic look on his face. You forced your tears back, “I-I broke your picture frame with the crystals!”

You expected him to burst and yell at you, telling you to get out, but instead, he furrowed his brows and sighed.

“That’s not important right now. You need to get these,” he tapped above your cuts, “wrapped up. I don’t want you to bleed out,” he rose from his kneeling stance, kissing you on your forehead.

“Are you not mad?” You asked, eyes shining with innocence.

“Of course not. Why would I be mad?”

“I broke your-” your breath hitched, “your frame,” you winced at the memory as it hurt you to say it.

“Darling, you are more important than a silly picture frame. I can get that replaced whenever I want. You, on the other hand, are irreplaceable,” he bopped your nose.

“Thank goodness,” you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He chuckled, stroking your back as you squeezed the air out of him.

“C’mon, darling, we’ve gotta get you fixed up, alright? Then you can have all the cuddles you want,” he pulled you off of him, lifting you bridal style back to his room.

“Mhm, and Tommy?” He looked at you, “My hands are also bleeding,” you lifted your hands, revealing your bloodied palms.

“We’ll fix those, too, love,” he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

You saw Harry walk by and waved at him, smile radiating with happy energy. You might’ve waved too aggressively because blood flung from your palms and onto your clothes.

Tom chuckled at your adorableness, “And let’s change you into one of my shirts, hm?”

You nodded fervently like a child getting what they’ve been desiring for a while.

You had no idea how you ended with the fiercest mobster, yet softest boyfriend in the universe.