#tom holland drabbles

[bonesandchalamet]

a Monaco Grand Prix - t.holland

masterlist

pairing: Tom holland x mercedes intern!fem!reader

warnings: some flirting + possible minor errors

a/n: inspired by the Monaco gp today! combining my love for Tom and formula 1 into this! if you like formula 1, you can find my sports masterlist on @thatsdemko 🥰

“you can’t just be nice and give him a tour?” your boss, Toto Wolff, gives you a glare that’s almost killer. one that you know will bite you in the ass, if you don’t just take the opportunity to show the famous celebrity around the paddock.

you know it’s part of your job. if you want your placement to be permanent, you’ll have to do whatever the boss says, and that being showing a famous prick around the Monaco paddock.

you nod, “I’ll do it.” you swallow the nervous jitters, as you turn out of the Mercedes hospitality to the one and only Tom holland making his way through media, other formula 1 interns, and press.

he’s headed to you with his security guards. a bright pearly white smile on his face as climbs the steps, hand extended, “ah you must be y/n! I was told you’d show me around.” his British accent brings warmth to your ears as it visibly spreads to your cheeks taking his hand in yours.

you’ve completely forgot why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. after having met the Tom holland, you’d do anything your boss asks you to do.

“right this way, Mr. Holland, let me show you our new and improved cars for this weekends race.”

—

each spot you took him to came with a variety questions and expression, god he was cute, was all you could think about. he was attentive and listened to your tidbits and nerdy jokes, he could tell you really loved your job and took formula 1 as serious as it was.

“and this is the Red Bull garage, legally I’m not allowed in there or else I’ll be reported for spying. but go on in, I’m sure Christian Horner would love to see you.” you gesture for the actor to step inside the garage and join the couple of other famous people you could see from where you stood.

as badly as he wanted to step in and have the cameras pointed on him, he didn’t mind keeping a lower profile and decline the offer to do so, “if you can’t go in then I definitely shouldn’t.” he laughs pulling out his phone to show you his Lewis Hamilton lockscreen, “I’d be murdered in there.”

“that makes two of us.” you giggle, pulling out your phone to show him the picture of you and Lewis on your first day. he’s a bit jealous as a claims, but you’re sure he’s had more opportunities to meet him than you have. considering you rarely see the drivers— except for Mick Schumacher.

“ah I’m hoping to get a picture with him like that too!” he carefully taps his finger against your screen to get another look at the picture; two of you smiling from ear to ear in Bahrain.

“I don’t have the privileges to get you to meet him, but considering your fame status? I’m sure by the end of this weekend you’ll see him more times than me.” you gesture for him to follow and he keeps up as you pass the McLaren, where Oscar piastri and lando norris are doing final placements.

“what if I want to see you more by the end of this weekend?” he asks, the words slipping off his tongue before he can filter them out. his hand flies over his lips; security guard chuckling at his intrusive thoughts winning. flirty words were easy for Tom, but he didn’t expect to find himself using a line on you this early on the tour.

you can feel the red hue quickly spread to your cheeks, it’s more noticeable than the last time he got your attention that way. he moved into your field of vision turning to face you, rather than the cars, “I mean I could always use a tour guide around Monaco?” he shrugs, hand finding the nape of his neck as he nervously plays with the hairs there.

“ask me when I’m off the clock, then legally I can answer.”

—

you thought he would’ve forgotten by now. it was hours after you gave him his own private tour of the paddock, and somehow? he was still there.

most people— fans, media, press, and other members of formula 1— had vacated the paddock following an early rise tomorrow for the big race, but not Tom. he’d stuck out waiting around, taking pictures with the few fans left, and even getting his picture with the infamous Lewis Hamilton.

“I see you finally got your picture.” you say as you make your way down those same hospitality steps to close the gap of where he stood off to the side.

“yeah, but I didn’t get that guaranteed tour of Monaco yet?”

“will I get paid by the end of the tour?” you raise an eyebrow watching his words stumble out of his mouth, words not even forming sentences you tripped him hard, “I’m joking, Tom, but I get off of work tomorrow late, so your tour will have to wait.”

he nods eager, but still slow enough to not show much of his excitement, “I can wait until then. I’ll find you here tomorrow evening?”

“deal, and I don’t take checks as a form of payment.”

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[shayyprasad]

skittles | peter parker

summary: peter likes to pick on your size.

warnings: ...short... shaming...? idk it's supposed to be an attempt at fluff

pairing: peter parker x short!fem!reader

word count: 0.67k+ words

peter parker loved you, no doubt, and he also happened to love making fun of you.

"ughhh, peter just give it to me!" you whined, reaching for the remote he held way up above you.

"what do we say when we want something?"

"give it to me or i'll snap your neck," you said, despite the fact the both of you knew it wasn't possible. but, hey, we're all for empty threats.

"mmm, close. but no."

"give!"

"being tall is so much fun."

"you've stooped down too far to be considered tall now."

"awww, wittle y/n is angwy!"

you gave him a warning stare, and he grinned in response. whining again, you tugged at his shirt. peter had the most smug look on his face, and you just wanted to slap it right off, "beg, shorty."

you gasped, "no! and i'm not that short! i'm- i'm... just below average."

"okay, okay. you're not short. you're," pete paused, thinking, before his eyes lit up, "you're fun-sized!"

"i'm sorry, what? how is that any better?!"

"aw, c'mon, that's adorable!"

"fun-sized!" you repeated, frowning. "how on any earth is that any better?"

"no, no, it's better! like- like... skittles!"

"...skittles? the candy?"

"well, yeah."

"the candy? did you just compare to to candy?"

"i guess. but, wait, if it's any consolation, you totally taste better."

"peter!"

"what?"

"give me the remoteeee. i wanna watch gilmore girls!"

"you've seen it a million times."

"boo-hoo. it's my turn."

he tsked, "okay. but you gotta get the remote first."

"peter, i swear i'll end your supply of kisses. for a lifetime."

the boy gasped, "you'd never, skittles."

"no. i don't like that name. i like 'angel'. call me that. not skittles."

"but it's so cute! and it fits!"

you simply glared at him. "so does angel!"

"meh. and it is," peter insisted.

"it most definitely is not."

"well, of course you don't like it. you're fun-sized."

"not. fun-sized. that's so much worse then being called half-pint! or oompa-loompa! actually, is it bad that i prefer pee-wee? or stumpy?"

"no, i think i like skittles."

"peteeeee. babyyyy."

"yes?" he asked, teasing.

"give me the damn remote," then after a second, "please?"

"hmmm-"

"you know what?" you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder, "no kisses."

"nah, you'd-"

"they've been revoked."

"but-"

"re-voked."

"ski-"

you snapped your head back at him, raising an eyebrow.

peter smirked, "skittles."

true to your word, you'd refused to kiss him the rest of that day and into the next. unfortunately for you, he was taking it great.

peter seemed to really like that nickname, but it didn't matter. you'd break him.

probably.

"skittles!"

you groaned loudly, muttering curses under your breath. from across the hall, you could see peter, a bright grin on his face. shoving things in your locker, you refused to give him any good attention.

who's skittles?

"not me," you muttered under your breath.

"hi," peter said, leaning in for a kiss, which you dodged. peter pouted, "still?"

"yes."

"oh, well. hey! i got you something!"

"ooh, really," you asked, breaking character.

he chuckled, "peace offering." peter tossed something at you, which you managed to catch. looking down at it, you groaned once again, glancing back up at his stupid face.

"seriously?" you asked.

it was a pack of fun-sized skittles.

"you likey?"

"no. me not likey." but since you were hungry, you tore the bag open. before you could get any, he grabbed some.

"hey! those are mine!"

peter plopped them in his mouth, "i gave them to you."

"exactly, so they're mine now!"

he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, "want them back?"

"ew, no!" you crossed your arms, "i'm telling may."

"oh, yeah? what'll she do?"

"ummm.... ground you."

"she can't ground me. i'm spider-man."

you smirked, eating an orange skittle. "remind me again, does she know that?"

"no- hey!"

"that's right." you stood in triumph, closing your eyes briefly. in that moment, catching you off-guard, he kissed you. forgetting momentarily of what you said you wouldn't do, you kissed him back, smiling lightly.

pete smiled, "tastes like skittles."

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[equalheart]

his hoodie

𓆩♡𓆪 — tasm!peter x gn!reader (but could also be any peter!), fluff (like ew cutesy type of fluff), established relationship, kinda suggestive-y joke?

“Are you really wearing my hoodie right now?” Peter can’t hold back his smile when you come down the stairs. You’re wearing his zip up with some shorts, and one of your t-shirts underneath—something so simple yet he can’t stop staring. “Yeah, is there a problem?”

He chuckles at your teasing tone. “No.. no problem at all. I really like it” he stutters over himself while wrapping one arm around your waist, and you don’t hesitate to put your arms around his broad shoulders. “I really like it too.” you smile as he leans into a kiss, smiling inbetween.

He hums “you should wear my clothes more often, you look great.” You pull entirely off of him. “I don’t look great always?” You fake a scoff and turn around. “Hey, hey, woah. We both know you look great always. Maybe my clothes make you look extra great. Seeing you in them makes me feel great.” You turn, notice a tint to his cheeks and he grabs your waist again. Your hands sit on his chest.

“Let me make you feel extra great.” You mutter on his lips, leaning into another kiss.

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[mcuamerica]

Hey!! Could you do a teen Holland sister reader and she’s got a history of fainting and black outs and one day she’s on a road trip with either all the boys or just Tom whatever you are comfortable with and she blacksojt a couple times and stuff and all her brother/s go super protective and stressed about her ! Thanks sorry If it’s too specific

Prompt 14: “Don’t close your eyes on me”

Pairing: Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fainting, medical history

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long!

You watched out the window as the cars passed on the opposite side of the highway. You leaned your head against the window, the cool glass feeling good against your hot forehead. 

“(Y/N), you feeling okay?” You hear Tom ask beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You looked over to him and shrugged, your eyes a little droopy as you felt lightheaded. “A little light headed, but I’m alright.” You said. You shrunk a little under his gaze as he narrowed his eyes, knowing you never really said it was as bad as it was. 

“Are you sure? We can pull over, take a breather if you need to.” He said. 

“Yeah, (Y/N), we can stop if you need to.” You heard Sam say from the driver’s side. “We’ve been on the road for a while.” He said. 

“We have, maybe we should stop at the next exit. Stretch our legs.” Harry said next to him. 

Tom continued rubbing your arm. “Let’s do that,” he said and you shook your head. 

“We don’t need to stop on my behalf. I’m fine.” You said, feeling your eyes close for a few moments. 

Tom frowned and tilted your head up so he could look into your eyes. “Hey, hey, don’t close your eyes on me.” He said and gave you a small smile. “We’ll stop soon, please keep them open.” He said.

You took a deep breath, nodding slowly before you did in fact close your eyes, feeling your body go limp as you passed out. 

Next thing you knew, your brothers were surrounding you in the car, stopped at a rest stop. You groaned quietly and rubbed your head. 

“Oh, thank god. You can’t keep doing that.” Harry joked and looked at you, worry written on his face. 

“I don’t do it on purpose.” You muttered and slowly sat up, taking the water that Tom handed to you. “I’m okay. Maybe stopping helped me.” You said and rubbed your head again. 

Tom looked at you again and then leaned back slightly. “We’re going to grab something to eat, you up for coming with?” He asked. “We could also bring it back here.” 

“I’ll join you.” You agreed and then let all of them help you out of the car. “Alright, if you all decide to crowd me like this, I’m going to pass out again.” You joked, biting your lip as you notice they didn’t laugh. “I’m kidding! I’m fine.” You muttered and then took Tom’s arm when he offered it. 

You loved your brothers, but you knew that you worried them. The good thing was that you knew they would always have your back.

--

Tagging: @f0rehead-0f-security because i'm pretty sure you were the one who requested this

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[fbfh]

TW for sexy slapping, general rough stuff, and degrading. as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

biiiiiiiiitch I just got the most visceral image of Peter Parker fucking begging. thrown onto the bed panting and heavy breathing and whimpering for you to do something to him. anything. ideally something rough. he probably broke into your place as spiderman late at night to come see you, but it was dark and you couldn't tell who he was so in a panic you slapped him across the face and cussed him out. you know what this motherfucker did? he moaned. you stop in your tracks because of course you recognize that sound, you've made Peter make that sound enough to pick it out of a line up. you freeze half way through calling him various mean names and turn on a light. he pulls off his mask and he looks so flushed and descheveled and his hair is all rumpled. you're about to apologize for the pink mark developing on his cheek but before you can, he starts begging you to do it again. one look down at the insane boner he's incapable of hiding in that skin tight suit brings you right up to speed.

"Please please please, you can do whatever you want to me, you- you can call me more mean names, just please, don't stop..."

suffice it to say neither of you got anymore sleep at all that night, and that was the night you discovered Peter really likes rough sex.

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[hollandsangel]

WAIT WAIT I DIDNT EVEN SEE U HAD TOM REQS OPEN, BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT A FAME AU SORTA THING AND TOM IS PERFECT FOR IT:

just sort of tom and reader sneaking around the pap to see each other, secret moments in crowded rooms y'know all that lovey shtick.

(this ones so vague im sorry 😭 however was inspired by 'paris' by miss ts)

this one is SILLY but i love her thank you sm for the req love!!!

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at first it was actually quite stressful, dodging cameras and wandering eyes, rarely leaving the house just the two of you and never touching in public, but as time went on, it sort of became a bit of a game. although you might have been getting a little too bold.

 tom is definitely getting too bold, sending you glances across the room where he sits with harry and haz, something bubbly in his hand.

you sit at a different table with a few costars, trying not to get too distracted by tom’s smirk and dark brown eyes. it’s hard though, considering the perfectly tailored suit hes wearing, accompanied by shiny cufflinks and his glasses after you’d begged him to wear them tonight. you feel a strange sense of triumph knowing you’re the one to have convinced him to wear his glasses, likes its just one more secret to add to the list. his hair is a proper mess, proper in the sense it’s styled to look effortless, but it’s tom, so of course it’s effortless.

you take a sip from your glass of water and lean in a bit closer to hear the story maude is telling a bit better, something about her latest play. there’s cameras everywhere, people posting instagram stories and journalists coming in from the red carpet, big cinematic set ups for the live stream about to take place.

you swear you sense him before he even utters your name, maybe you smell his cologne or hear his voice subconsciously amongst a hundred others, but suddenly he’s at your table, greeting others before you.

he says your name, feigning surprise as if you didn’t wake up in his bed this morning.

“i didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he says, hand on the back of your chair. hes smirking, glasses slipping down the bridge of nose. you think you see harry gag behind him.

you smile innocently up at him, licking your lips, “tom! it’s so nice to see you!” you push your chair back and stand to give him a hug, biting back a laugh when harry mutters a curse under his breath and walks away from the two of you with full commitment. tom does the same.

a camera pans around the room from a few tables away and you begin pull away but tom stops you, whispering “coat check” before you separate.

you hear him, but keep up the facade, “it’s so nice to see you,” you fake niceties.

“you as well, i’m sure i’ll see you around, just gonna do the rounds,” he moptions a circle with his finger, nodding at the rest of the table before wandering off.

“i guess you haven’t seen each other since the movie came out,” someone across from you says, “lovely man,” they tell you.

you simply agree before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

it’s so juvenile, you think, the giddy feeling you get in your stomach from sneaking around and giggling with tom in dark corners like the one you’re in now, tucked away in the coat room, sneaking kisses and little touches when no one is watching.

“tom–” you don’t know what cuts you off first, your stifled laugh or his mouth on yours, “i have to get back to my table.”

he grips your waist so you cant wiggle away, grinning at you.

“we’re gonna get caught,” you’re kissing him back, so it’s hard for him to believe you really have to go, even for a second.

“not if you stop talking,” he teases.

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[shawnxstyles]

glory girl

warnings: no plot smut; praise kink, dirty talking, some edging/orgasm denial, and unprotected sex. ends in fluff :)

note: this is a blurb. i should be working on other fics, but i’m a little too obsessed with tom right now, so i needed to write something hot now!! BYE

soft dom!tom

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tom’s lips brush the skin of your neck, soft and gentle like you were delicate. he flicks his hips deliberately slow, so you could feel each deep thrust thoroughly. you felt the ridges of veins along his cock rubbing against your walls blissfully. it was sensual and sweet, yet so, so dirty.

your neck strains from being tense, while you bite your lip to remain quiet. you were shy, even if you and tom lived alone and you knew no one else was listening.

“don’t get shy on me now,” tom whispers in your ear with a small pant. in a plank position, his muscular arms flexed with intensity each time he moved. he brushes a strand of hair from your perspired face to see you. “wanna hear those pretty noises.”

you whimpered, legs trembling as tom rocked back and forth into your soaking cunt. gushes of your wetness leaked around his cock, making him twitch and pulse inside of you; that picture alone could get him off. with you nearly withering underneath him, you were the most precious thing tom’s ever seen. your hair was fanned beautifully across your pillow, your nipples were pointy and hard, and your face of desire spurred him on.

“so pretty, my love,” tom massages your breast with subtle pinches while you quietly yelp. you moan sweetly, his words adding even more pleasure. tom knew you loved being praised, being admired. at first, it felt embarrassing to share, but tom loved complimenting you already, so he was excited when he discovered you really liked it.

plus, tom would do anything to make his girl happy and satisfied.

“t-tom,” you pant, the words struggling to leave your scratchy throat. your hands trail up the length of his arm, squeezing his tensing bicep, until they become laced in his brown curls. his calloused fingers circle your throbbing clit, the roughness scratching each nerve explicitly. you curse to the ceiling, stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm near.

tom rams into you impossibly deeper, lifting your leg to reach a new angle. you gasp at the new feeling as your nails grip snuggly on his locks. you were so close, just a little more and you would melt into him.

“tom, can i come? please, please,” you plead with a familiar lustful haze blurring your vision. you couldn’t hear anything besides tom’s words.

“no, you’re gonna hold it. i know you can, baby,” tom encourages with a grunt, hissing as you squeeze around him dangerously snug. if you keep doing that, he would come on the spot. he’s trying to make this last, but it never gets easier with you. you were his biggest weakness, yet you gave him immense strength. “be a good girl for me.”

your loud moan echoes in the air. you clutch hard against tom’s length, trying not to come without his word. his thumb and index finger rolls over your clit teasingly while his tip hits that spot inside of you that makes you scream. you yank his hair harshly, praying he would let you come already.

“please let me come! i’ve been good,” a whine escapes your mouth while your chest heaves in exhaustion. your desperate begging and your hands laced in his hair have him struggling to hold on himself. he moans into the cradle on your collarbone, resisting every urge telling him to blast his load into you right now.

“just a little longer, sweets. you’re gonna feel real good,” his mild pacing thrusts are agonizing because you’re right there and you can’t release it. your teeth sink deeply into your bottom lip and your back arches painfully off the mattress. “i’m fucking you nice and deep, aren’t i, honey?” tom’s eyes are dark with lust and hints of honey, and his cheeks were a tad rosy from the sexual heat in the room. he rubs over your stomach, feeling your muscles contracting to hold in your orgasm.

“oh, you’re so deep. can feel you in my tummy,” your eyes screw closed as your core tenses and you clench around him harshly. your spread legs shake desperately, unable to hold it any longer. “please!”

“let go for me, darling,” tom’s husky voice alerts you, and your body tumbles into that longing release. “look at me. i want to see your pretty face while you come on my cock.”

your foggy brain isn’t working enough to hide your echoey moans and whimpers. your face pinches with a scrunched nose as you try your best to keep your eyes wide for him. your nails scratch tom’s scalp as the euphoria washes over your body like a tidal wave. your heart beats sporadically in your chest at the overwhelming pleasure. hearing and seeing you unfold, tom’s movements become sloppy and slippery as your orgasm coats his shaft.

tom stares at you in all your glory, a moment of disbelief hitting him that you’re all his.

“fuck, baby. ’m gonna come. fill you up so full, you’ll be leaking with my cum,” tom groans, dick twitching as his balls tighten before his cum is shooting out of him. his moans are gravelly compared to your angelic ones, crisping the heated air around you with its masculine tone. his ecstasy occurs in flashes and heavy breaths.

tom makes sure each drop is tucked into your warm cunt, thrusting slowly to ensure it. you smile at the feeling of his orgasm coating your walls until you're full to the brim. clenching, you try your best to keep all of it inside of you.

“good girl. such a good fucking girl,” breathlessly, tom kisses your sweaty forehead while his heart floats in his chest. you smile wearily and run your hands through his damp curls as they stick to his hairline. “always so good to me.”

“i could say the same about you,” you grin with amusement. tom chuckles before kissing you sensually, making your eyes drift closed. your hands cup his soft, chiseled cheeks as everything in the world fades away.

when his mouth deattaches, yours is left aching for more as always. the tingle of his rouge lips lingers when he rolls over to your side and tosses the comforter over you both. he faces your backside and drags you close, securing an arm around your waist.

from the liberating blissfulness and the warmth of tom’s warmth, exhaustion haunts your body and a yawn arises from your throat. his cum threatens to drip out of you, even with closed thighs.

“tired, darling?” tom asks while caressing small circles on your torso. his subtle touch was addicting and comforting like a lullaby to a baby. you hum in response, eyes fluttering closed. your breathing and heart rate soon balance, and the tension within your muscles begin to ease.

you slip away into your dreams with one of them cradling you.

“i love you,” tom whispers to the sleepy girl in his arms. he kisses your shoulder delicately, encompassing the perfection of this moment. as his own eyes start to close, his breathing steadies comfortably. he doesn’t fall asleep until his heartbeat matches yours in perfect sync.

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[sleepparalysisdemon112]

Question

Summary: Peter Parker had an obvious crush on you, so you decide to ask him for help in class

No warnings pure fluff

Request box open pls give me ideas!

You knew how it worked; you knew how to solve the equation but what fun was that when there was a very smart and handsome boy who had been stealing glance sat you all class. 

“Hey, Parker,” he whirled his head up towards the seat beside him where you sat. “Uhm, yes?” you smiled, and he blushed, “If you don’t mind... can you help me with this? I don’t really understand it.” 

“Oh yeah, uhm of-course,” he smirked, and you moved slightly closer putting your paper on his desk, “Uhm ok so-” you weren’t really listening to anything he said after that, just admiring the outline of his jaw and the way he began rambling and his cheeks heated every time he noticed you staring so intensely. 

You thought it was adorable how he couldn’t hold eye contact and was just trying to ignore the fact you were taking in every feature of him you could in the slim time you had left in this class.

“You have really nice eyes,” You had your chin resting on the palm of your hand and you were making your best pleading eyes, just to cause more of a reaction out of the flustered boy.

“W-what?” he smiled- completely caught off guard by the sudden compliment. 

“Your eyes- they are nice,” you repeated gazing directly into them before he could look away. 

“Oh- uh thank you.” the red of his face made you giggle, “I know how to do this I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. You’re not very good at hiding your stares you know,” 

“I uhm-” he looked just about on the verge of puking, and you laughed once more, “It’s ok I like you too,” in an instant his eyes went wide, and a gleam appeared in the chocolate of them. “Really?” he spoke too loud, and a couple of students looked your way.

“Yes, I wouldn’t lie.” then the bell rang, and you knew it was time to go, “Would you mind if I sat by you and Ned at lunch?” 

you grabbed your bag and so did he the two of you standing up at the same time, “No-no of course not!” you giggled once more and began walking off, “See you later Parker,”

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[alltoowelltom]

hot chocolate

dad!tom x reader

based off this request

・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

"You guys grab us a table and I'll order?" you suggest to Tom who nods and scoops Miles out or your arms. The two of them settle in a small booth hidden away in the corner near a window.

As you approach with a coffee, a tea and a small, very milky hot chocolate your heart squeezes at the sight of Tom with his son standing in his lap, both pulling faces at the poor passersby on the street.

"Stop terrorizing those people," you scold playfully as you place the cups down on the table and slide in across from your boys. "It's not very festive for the season."

Tom nods in playful apology.

"Thanks for the tea, love." He frowns, re-counting the cups on the table. "Is this one for Miles?"

"Yeah, I thought he might like his first taste of hot chocolate. Plus I didn't want him to freeze in this weather."

"Are you sure he's old enough? I don't want him to burn his tongue." Tom worries. "And it's very sugary, isn't it?"

"I asked them to make it with milk, and we'll just brush his teeth as soon as we get home." You say, picking up the teaspoon that came with Tom's tea and stirring Miles' hot chocolate to cool it down. You test one spoonful yourself and satisfied it's not too hot anymore you slide it across the table, catching Miles' attention.

"Do you want to try it, baby?" you ask.

He blinks at it, unsure until he notices how similar it looks to his dad's drink. Smart boy.

He nods, scooting as close to the table as he can in Tom's grip. You scoop up another spoonful, holding it out and tipping it into Miles' mouth. He smiles immediately at the taste, droplets spilling out. Tom uses the edge of his own T-shirt to wipe his son's face neatly.

"Is it good, mate?" He asks, chuckling along with you as Miles nods, slapping his tiny hands on the table happily and opening his mouth for another taste.

"I told you he'd love it," you laugh, spooning more into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah." Tom rolls his eyes, creases at the corners giving him away. "You're queen of the universe, you know everything, we should all listen to you always."

"Precisely." you smile, bringing the spoon to Miles' mouth again. He coughs, startling you and Tom as he splutters.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you both lean in, worry creasing your features.

Miles sticks his tongue out, scrunching up his face.

"Oh shit," you laugh. "I accidentally gave Miles his first taste of coffee."

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[vhagarlovebot]

“we’re going to get in trouble!” you whisper while being pushed against a bookshelf.

“we’re not, stop being a baby.” peter whispers back, already leaning to kiss you.

"i'm not a baby." you pout, folding your arms and leaning back. even though you're acting like one.

he pulls away from you, his brow furrowed. "you're not?" he's got that killer smile that makes you want to get on your knees for him and do whatever he asks for. "but you like it when i call you baby."

"shut up, parker." and there's no need to say anything else because his lips are on yours immediately.

he kisses you with need. like your lips are the only thing that could keep him alive. and you can hardly stand still, legs shaking and feeling a little light-headead.

his kisses move to your neck, hands slipping under your shirt. and you try not to make any sound, gripping onto his shoulders and biting your lips.

peter lifts you up, your legs around his waist, and all the books behind you fall making so much noise you pull away, hitting your head with the wood.

“fuck me!”

“i was about to do that.”

you stick your tongue out at him, pulling away and fixing your clothes. “fuck you.”

he pulls you in by the collar of your shirt. “we can do that in my room.” his lips brush against yours and you’re ready to melt onto him again when a ‘who’s there?’ makes you run out of there.

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[bonesandchalamet]

perfect - t.holland

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requested: y- “Could you do reader and Tom or Harry with newborn !!”

pairings: dad!tom holland x mom!reader

warnings: fluff + child has been given a name

a/n: I hope I did this justice 🫡 I’m not very good with writing newborns!

you can’t figure out what you’re more obsessed with: her rolls, feet, or the fact that she looks exactly like Tom.

you haven’t been able to move from the crib. you should be asleep, but your eyes are glued to the crib where your newborn daughter, Emma, lays asleep.

you know Tom will come in any second. he’ll be concerned why you’re not in bed or pumping. he’ll ask if something’s wrong with Emma or with you. he’ll ask a series of questions you’ve heard on record since you came home from the hospital, but you don’t mind them. he’s concerned for his two loved ones.

“everything alright?” there it is. you sigh, taking a look at him for a brief second before looking back at her. she hasn’t moved, yet every rise and fall of her chest makes your heart swell.

“I just can’t decide which part I love more of her.” you carefully tap your finger against the wooden edge of the crib.

Tom exhales quite happily, it’s nothing serious to be worried about. he carefully steps into the room, his hand rests against your lower back, “why don’t you go sleep? we can worry about what we love most once we’ve rested.”

you shake your head. there’s tears welling your eyes, you know this is just hormones— or maybe you’re just so in love you can’t move from her crib.

“I just want to stay here forever.”

“we’ll have plenty of time to stay in here forever. we need some sleep.” he assures you, his palm running over your dirty hair. you can’t remember the last time you’d showered coming to think of it.

“you’re right, I’m being ridiculous.” you nod along with him finally moving from the crib. the emotions had dried allowing the exhaustion to finally settle in your body. Tom promises to take the first shift after napping and you don’t argue, just settle into the mattress.

“and you’re not ridiculous. however, I think her rolls are quite adorable.”

—

three hours.

you’d been asleep for three hours and didn’t even hear a single noise from emma or Tom. you assumed he would need your help at some point, but having not heard anything from either of them. you could trust he had it all under control.

you slowly rise out of bed and exit the bedroom, you see Tom in your living room rocking chair. he’s got a bottle in one hand, and her cradled in his other arm. she looks quite cozy and content with him.

“you’re awake.” he looks up from her with a frown. his plans were to let you sleep as long as you needed, but he knew you couldn’t leave her alone for too long without checking on her. the silence was always scary to hear.

“I know.”

“she’s been sleeping this whole time. you can go back to bed if you’d like?” he recommends rather than offering. you know the suggestion is what you should take, but you can’t get yourself to move from where you’re standing. your eyes glued to her once again.

“it’s everything. that’s what I love about her.” you say finally taking your eyes off of your sleeping newborn to look Tom in the eyes.

he nods in agreement looking back down at her in his arms, “she’s perfect.”

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[shayyprasad]

hair (blurb) | tom holland

you were scrolling through your phone mindlessly, waiting for tom to come out of the shower. he'd just come back from the gym when you'd rung the doorbell, so he was taking a quick rinse. 

the two of you had only been dating for a couple months, but it was one of the best decisions you'd ever made. 

you heard the door open, and you looked up, met with with an amazing sight. 

he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his toned abs were showcased, out for you to admire. and trust, you were definitely doing that. 

but beyond all that, what caught your eyes the most was his hair.

soft, wet curls fell in heaps across his head, bouncing on his forehead. you couldn't help the heat that made itself onto your cheeks, and you locked eyes with him. 

you jumped up to your feet, rushing over to him and grabbing fistfuls of his curls. he backed away in protest, yelping. 

"what on earth-!"

"your hair! you have-...!

"hair? yeah, i know."

"no, no, i mean the- curls? or did you always have them?"

"oh," he laughed, finally understanding what you meant, "yes, love, i've always had them. i just normally have them gelled back."

"okay, like, not gonna lie, you just got way hotter. and i didn't even know that was possible."

"thanks."

and after a moment, "are you done now?"

"no! none of my friends ever let me play with their curls! and, well, you kinda have to."

"what? why?" tom chuckled.

"'cause we're dating. duh. it's, like, a rule."

"ah, i see. alright, well, it's my turn to pick the movie, loser."

"nooooo. i wanna!"

"jeez, you big baby. i'm literally dating a toddler."

"hmm. that's very pedo-core."

he groaned, throwing his head back, "but you picked last time anyways!"

"yep."

"it's my turn! and don't hate me, but i really don't wanna see aladdin for the millionth time!"

"take that back!"

"no!" sticking his tongue out, he blew a raspberry.

"now who's the toddler?" you gasped, shoving him lightly.

"butthole," he muttered. then hmmping, "actually, i'll do it."

"do what?"

"say bye to the curls!"

"you wouldn't!"

"i dunno. the buzzcut calls me."

"no! over a movie?"

"exactly, it's just a movie... so let me pick!"

"noooooo. you wouldn't."

"i've done it before, and i'll do it again."

you narrowed your eyes at him, "liar."

"watch me."

"i won't be watching anything, except for aladdin!"

tom raced back into the bathroom, shuffling around in a drawer. "ah-ha!" he triumphantly held up the electric razor. 

"no, no, we can talk about this. like civil people, tom. c'mon. put it down. come on, boy."

"hey! i'm not a dog!"

"rat!"

"now i'm definitely doing it!"

he flipped the switch, and the razor buzzed in his hand, hovering dangerously close to his head.

you narrowed your eyes at him, and he did the same back, holding up a singular curl. 

it got closer. 

and closer. 

and-

"fine! okay. okay! you can pick!" you yelped. 

"ha! i win!" tom dropped it back into the drawer, closing it. 

-

you pulled your eyes away from the screen that wasn't playing one of your favorite movies, "you weren't ever going to shave it all off, were you?"

"nope. but you bought it, and that's what counts."

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[equalheart]

insomnia alert

𓆩♡𓆪 — peter x gn!reader, fluff (like ew cutesy type of fluff), established relationship.

a/n: not that anybody cares, but sorry for not updating for sooo long i got busy with school and life. enjoy!

Peter can’t sleep.

He’s been tossing and turning in bed, trying his best to brink enough drowsyness to pass out, but it felt impossible. You, on the other hand, had knocked out at around 9pm. He slowly reaches over you to grab his digital clock to check the time.

Better should’ve gotten up, and he only realizes it when the clock starts ringing loudly. Obviously, as one does when you’re about to wake someone up by accident, Peter panicked. He tried shutting it off, muffling it, and when he was laying on top of it trying to somehow destroy it, he heard your voice.

“Peter, what the hell are you doing?” Your eyes are squinted, since it’s still dark you’re about to fall right back asleep, but Peter’s expression still makes you giggle.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you—“ his smile, contrary to what he’s doing, makes you smile as well, even half asleep. “Can you shut that alarm off..?” You can hear him just fine, but the continuous ringing of the alarm is starting to drive you mad. “Oh, crap, yeah, sorry” he tosses it to the ground, but his spider-strength kicks in and you hear it shatter as it hits the floor. You barely manage to make eye contact with him and start slowly laughing.

“You need a better clock” Peter moves himself closer to you and pulls you into his chest, his eyes finally feeling heavy. “Nah, forget it, let’s sleep.”

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[alyswritings]

hii<3

you can make one of tom holland and sister toddler!reader that she makes him a bracelet with colors and letters that say “bets broter” misspelled and tom always wears it for all the interviews and movie premieres and the fans are they notice and say how cute that is

"Tommy!" Y/N gets home and runs through the house in search of her oldest brother. "Tommy!"

"Living room!" Tom yells out and Y/N rushes into the room, finding Tom on the couch, Tessa lying next to him. "What's up?" He asks.

"This." Y/N holds a colorful bracelet out to him. Tom takes it, looking at all the different colors. He looks at the beads that have letters on them, spelling out 'bets broter' on it.

"This is so cool!" Tom grins at her. "Where'd you make it?"

"Day care." Y/N says. "You wike it?"

"I love it." Tom says making Y/N grin. "C'mere, munchkin." He pulls her into a tight hug, kissing her on the head. "Here, you wanna put it on me?" He gives her the bracelet before holding his left wrist out. Y/N grins and slips the bracelet onto his wrist, the letters facing her.

"Can you wear it for work?" Y/N asks.

"Well... I won't be able to wear it when I'm filming but I promise that whenever I'm not filming, it will be on my wrist -- always." Tom tells her. "Thank you. I really appreciate this."

"You're welcome." Y/N kisses him on the cheek.

- - -

Keeping his promise, Tom does wear the bracelet whenever he isn't filming. With press for the next Spider-Man movie happening, fans have noticed it in the few interviews that have been posted online. They point it out, all collecting that it's from Y/N who they know is the youngest sibling, and all find it adorable.

Now at the premiere, Tom talks to the interviewers on the carpet.

"Now, a recent crazy involving you is a new bracelet you've begun wearing." The interviewer says. "A misspelled bracelet with lots of colors."

"Yes. Yeah." Tom pulls his sleeve up a little to show off the bracelet. "My baby sister, Y/N, made this in day care a few weeks ago. I promised her I wouldn't take it off aside from when I'm filming. I love it. It's my new favorite thing." He lets out a soft laugh.

When the interview got out, fans were immediately gushing over Tom's love for his sister and how adorable their sibling relationship was.

#tom holland #tom holland drabble

[mediocre-daydreams]

i like to imagine that when peter is in love he’s defo just like all in every time the person he likes does something he has to stop himself from clapping

“Y/N, what are you doing?” “Breathing.” “Y/N IS SUCH A HARD WORKER.”

i literally- this is the best thing i've ever read. i kid you not, i was CACKLING to myself in the middle of the night and i think you're absolutely correct. it reminded me so much of that scene in homecoming and i hope i did ur imagine justice because wow this was incredible <3

hard worker

pairing: peter parker x gn! reader

warnings: a tiny bit of angst (DC elevator scene), mostly fluff and basically peter going from infatuation -> in love with you

w/c: 687

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peter’s always been a “puppy love” kinda guy (remember the way he looked at liz in homecoming? yeah, that’s him with you. every. day.)

but when he finally quits his pining-from-afar sadboi ruse and just asks you out, that didn’t mean he stopped with the “looks”

they just got worse

now that he was allowed to admire you publicly, that’s literally all did and wanted to do

after you two got together, his grades started slipping because he was so in awe of you

he’d get flustered watching you meticulously weighed chemicals during labs because you’d unconsciously bite your lower lip in concentration and he thought it was the hottest thing ever

he’d watch your fingers fly over your laptop’s keys and blush, thinking about how you’d run those same fingers over his skin last night, and he’d erupted into goosebumps as he held you for the umpteenth time (he’d never get over how wonderful you felt in his arms, no matter how many times you cuddled)

you and may put a stop to it very quickly and held a mock intervention (aka, you all ate takeout while watching criminal minds and the two of you chastised him after spencer reid came on)

(but even while you were scolding him, he got distracted by the way your leg bounced or the strand of hair that slipped from behind your ear or the look that you gave him once you caught on to the fact that he wasn’t paying attention)

in short, you could do anything and he’d think it was a godsent miracle

you were the best partner he could ask for: you patched him up after rough patrols, reassured him after nightmares, you wore his science pun shirt shamelessly, 

may, mj, and ned loved you, and best of all, you had helped him and ned rebuild the death star after it was dropped

but it wasn’t during any of these instances that he realized he loved you

it was on that trip to DC, when he’d watched you talk liz out of a panic attack while he was busy pulling up other students

when he saw you take betty’s hand as the blonde girl trembled silently, not even needing words to know what to do

when you and mj had helped lift your other classmates out of the elevator

when he heard you and ned whispering to each other, praying that he’d be okay

that was when he realized he had fallen in love with you

because he’d always felt alone, being the only superhero in queens, and being the only high schooler (ever) with such great power and responsibility

you were the person who made him realize that he wasn’t alone. you were a hero too, in your own way. you’d reminded him of what he stood for—goodness, community, courage, and selflessness

you’d become the reason he kept going, and it took this moment when he’d fleetingly thought he’d lose you, to realize that this was what love felt like

so when the cords of the elevator started to creak and snap, the feeling of your hand in his was a little more electric than normal

(you weren’t holding hands as you walked through the hallways, you were clutching each other because your hands had become your lifelines)

the look in your eye was a little deeper than usual

(you weren’t looking at each other in admiration, you were looking at each other with the desperate kind of look that only manifests when you think this might be the last time you ever see your love)

and the sound of your breath was the most reinvigorating thing peter had ever heard.

it was like you were breathing the life back into him. his muscles were tense, his jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white. his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were teary, and his heart was pounding erratically.

but when he heard you breathe, he breathed.

“what are you doing?” he had whispered, choking back a sob.

you gasped, grabbing at peter’s face to steady yourself as you worked through your terrified hiccups.

“breathing.”

ouch??!??!>!

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[amourisms]

atta girl.

summary : studying does come without its distractions.

pairing : peter parker ( any ) x fem!reader

warnings : thigh-riding, pwp

wc : 0.5k

a/n : just a small drabble because i’m tired but wanted to write and i’m also obsessed with thigh-riding atm so enjoy <3 ( i also apologise if this is sloppy this literally took me like five minutes and i haven’t proofread )

"c'mon, baby, just a little longer," peter pleaded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and wedged yourself between him and the table so you were straddling him, "i seriously need to get this done". peter and you had been studying for what felt like forever and in the midst of that your mind must've gone fuzzy with a sudden need. your head was rested in the crook of his neck, tired from relentless studying and pleased to be in such a close proximity to him. 

peter continued with his studying although used his non-dominant hand to rub circles on your back as he wrote. his touch made you move closer to him, your back arching into his chest a little more and your lower half following, making you rock a little on his thigh. the movement had bought a sensation to your clit, making you even more desperate for peter. he knew you were getting wetter, he could feel it on his sweatpants and he could fucking smell it. his senses were overloading with you and sending all the blood in his body straight to his cock, though he was still somewhat determined to finish his studies. 

he tried to keep writing and push the thoughts of you into the back of his mind, although it seemed he had absent-mindedly bought his non-dominant hand down to the fold of your hip. he gently began guiding you back and forth on his thigh, messing his sweats though you could still hear the faint taps of his pen against the wood every now and then. he was still writing.

moans and whimpers spilled out of your lips as his grip tightened and you began moving even faster. your mind went blank with the exception of peter as he flexed his thigh in a certain way, bringing you a whole new sensation. "pete.." you began, barely able to think of a comprehensible sentence as your every thought was slurred together. his mouth was right against your ear as he shushed you, making your stomach flutter at the gentle sounds. 

you were getting closer and closer and peter could tell, whether it was because of his spidey-senses or the fact that he just knew your body that well, you didn't know and frankly you didn't care. you began moving slightly faster chasing your high and soaking his sweatpants even more. muted sounds were pouring out of you directly into peter's ear which only made his grip tighten once again. he could break you with his touch and right now, that's all you wanted him to do. 

you threw your head back, fluttering your eyes shut with a slew of his name and curse words as your orgasm travelled through you leaving you in a state of shivers. peter's hand on your hip snaked its way to the nape your neck and bought your head close to his lips, "atta girl", he spoke quietly with the sound of his pen dropping against the table following shortly after.

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