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bonesandchalamet · 11 months

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a Monaco Grand Prix - t.holland

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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.”

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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.”

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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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mcuamerica · 1 year

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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.

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

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hollandsangel · 2 months

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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 · 1 year

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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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alltoowelltom · 1 year

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hot chocolate

dad!tom x reader

based off this request

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"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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ty for reading! please consider reblogging, it really helps a writer out <3

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alyswritings · 1 year

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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.

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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Stan Behaviour

Tom and Y/n do an interview reacting to fan edits of themselves; most of which prove that Tom is the ultimate Y/n stan. masterlist / requests / another Tom fic

Pairing: Tom Holland x famous!reader

Warnings: lots of flirting

Tom and Y/n never did interviews together. Their schedules rarely lined up, and they were almost never promoting something at the same time. But they both had new projects out, and were miraculously in the same city at the same time, so when their publicists pitched the idea, Buzzfeed jumped at the chance to interview the internet’s favourite couple.

To be fair, reacting to fan edits wasn’t an inventive idea. But both their publicists and Buzzfeed figured they’d get some wholesome content out of it, and who were Tom and Y/n to argue; it sounded like fun.

They were sitting next to each other behind a small table on an incredibly nondescript set. People milled about behind the camera; both their teams off to the side and busy on their phones. Y/n’s makeup artist had just finished touching up her makeup, and Tom straightened the collar of his jumper. Y/n looked at her boyfriend beside her, twisting a strand of his hair around her finger to exaggerate his curls.

“You look good,” she said, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, pulling back to make sure she didn’t get any lipstick on his face.

“Says you,” he countered, his hand squeezing her thigh beneath the table.

“Roll sound, roll camera!” A voice called from the crowd of people off camera.

“So we’re going to watch videos about ourselves?” Tom looked at the director, who was holding a clipboard.

“Exactly,” the director responded with a nod. “You can start whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll let you navigate then since you’re so much better at technology than me,” he slid the iPad across to Y/n. The iPad was open to the photos gallery; an album had been selected which had five saved videos already lined up.

“Ooh, this first one looks like you,” she clicked the first thumbnail. An Instagram reel popped up that showed clips from Tom’s Prada campaign set to some Tiktok popular sound. Y/n looked at her boyfriend, “you know what I love about this video?”

“What?”

“That one close up shot of your nipple.”

“Oh yeah,” Tom laughed as Y/n zoomed into the offending shot.

“Like I’m so sorry, it’s such a beautifully shot video and you look great in it, it’s just your nipple, man, it takes me out every time.”

Tom pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with my nipples?”

“Nothing. Babe, you know I love your nipples.”

His brows furrowed, but the tell tale sign of his reddening ears gave him away. “Can you please never say that again?”

“What, that I love your nipples?” She grinned as Tom groaned, scrunching up his nose, begging her to stop.

“This is a great start. Let’s move on,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears still bright red, swiping to the next video.

The words “Tom obsessing over Y/n for 8 minutes and 37 seconds” flashed on the screen.

“8 minutes?” Tom looked at the crew behind the camera. “You want us to watch 8 minutes of me talking about Y/n?”

“And 37 seconds,” Y/n added. “Can’t forget the 37 seconds, love.”

“We cut it done,” the director said from behind the camera.

They had cut it done, but even for a two minute video, Tom talked about his girlfriend in a lot of different interviews. Y/n paused on about the fifth clip; him talking to Seth Meyers about filming Uncharted.

“It’s kind of impressive that you manage to bring me up when you’re talking about a movie that I’m not in, let alone a movie that I didn’t even manage to visit the set of.”

“You’re just always on my mind, darling.”

Y/n laughed, but she felt her heart flutter as someone from the crew aww’ed in the background.

The next video, like the first one of Tom, was an edit of a perfume campaign Y/n had done earlier in the year. She looked gorgeous with smokey eyes and dressed in flowing fabric that flattered her body. Waves crashed against the rocky shoreline as she dramatically posed with the glass bottle.

“Geez,” Tom pretended to fan himself, pulling his collar as if he was burning up. “Look at you!”

“Stop it,” Y/n rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder into his.

“C’mon, love. You look stunning! I mean you look hot in whatever you're wearing, but seriously. I’d buy that perfume.” He looked directly into the camera, “I actually would, the perfume does smell really nice, Y/n wears it all the time.”

Successful by Ariana Grande started playing when Y/n pressed start on the next video. A compilation of red carpet clips of the two of them, each clip overlayed with headlines that spelled out their accomplishments. Y/n couldn't stop smiling as the video played, she glanced over at Tom who seemed just as enthralled in the edit as she was.

"Those are some pretty impressive things we've done, huh? A Guinness world record, multiple billion dollar movies, TIME100. Does this make us a power couple?” Tom asked, his elbow resting on the table, his chin in the palm of his hand, gazing lovingly at his girlfriend.

Y/n laughed, “When I think power couple, I think the Obamas. What even defines a power couple?"

"I would say us both being on Forbes 30 under 30 and raising millions of dollars for charity makes us a power couple, my love."

"You looked so hot in that tuxedo, by the way,” Y/n looked at Tom, squeezing his knee below the table.

“We just watched a video that showed all these amazing achievements we've both made, and you're focused on a two second clip of me in a tux?"

"I’m sorry I can't help it!”

"Is that the one from Ballon d’Or?” He grinned when she nodded. “I think it’s somewhere in my wardrobe.”

“Oh I know exactly where it is,” she whispers under her breath. Swiping to the last video.

If anyone needed proof that Tom and Y/n were in love, they didn’t need to look further than the last video. Or the pair’s reaction to it. Clips from Y/n’s Instagram stories interspersed with red carpet videos and times that the paparazzi had caught them holding hands. Even if it was arguably an invasion of privacy, Tom couldn’t help but find it adorable to see a compilation of their public life together. If only the internet had access to the private moments they shared; Twitter would explode.

“What’s this video called?” Y/n asked the crew at large.

“Proof Y/n and Tom are secretly married, part 2.”

“That’s the title?” Y/n cocked her eyebrow. The crew member who responded to her nodded.

“So there’s a part one that we need to watch,” Tom said, making a mental note to YouTube it later.

Y/n looked into the camera lens, “just for the record, we’re not secretly married, nor are we secretly engaged.” She held up her left hand, tapping on her ring-less finger. She looked over at her boyfriend, encouraging him to add something to dispel the rumours.

“Y/n’s right. Sorry guys but we’re not married or engaged.” Tom nodded, taking Y/n’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “Yet!” Tom added, “I’m working on it, lads.”

“Unbelievable,” Y/n sighed, but she couldn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in her stomach.

The internet was about to have a field day.

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Tagging the people who liked my famous!reader x Tom post @sweetpeterparker @originalchildwinner @multi-fandom31 @soullessbabee @anadicttoreading0 @kindaawhoreforholland @blk-silk @jhiddles03 @fangirlfree @euphoricdreamsidreamabout @bookluversposts

#tom holland drabble #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader

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silkscream · 2 years

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a little sangria before the salon is over!! you’re tipsy and needy and tom is more than happy to fulfill your begging <3

warnings: drunk unprotected sex, dom!tom, a lil bit of manhandling maybe

tom’s nearly half asleep until you plop onto his lap without a warning. it jolts him awake.

“jesus christ, honey! you scared me,” he slurs.

“hi,” you giggle, grinding on his lap as you cover his face in kisses. your red lipstick rubs off on his blushing face.

“hi,” he chuckles, kissing you deeply. “how was your night?”

“very good. love dancing so much. wish you were there, i kept thinking about you all night,” you whisper.

tom settles his hands on your hips, rubbing his fingers up and down the silk of your red dress. he can smell the sweet wine on your breath. your lipstick is slightly smudged and feathering out on your mouth as if you’d just eaten a cherry popsicle. the sight is nearly erotic — and it doesn’t help that tom was dreaming of you a bit before you’d come home and climbed into his lap.

“yeah? what were you thinking about?”

“the face you make when you cum,” you giggle. you trace your finger on the slope of his crooked nose.

“oh, jesus.”

“wanna seeeee it.”

“baby, how drunk are you?”

“drunk enough to consent,” you smile sloppily. “i consent to you no matter what, tommy. i need you, like, yesterday.”

“drink a whole glass of water for me and maybe i’ll think about it.”

“tommy!”

he raises his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look. pouting, you speed-walk to the kitchen to fulfill his request. obnoxiously, of course.

he revels in your childlike grace, laughing at the way you twirl around before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bedroom. you push him down to the bed with impressive force.

tom is a blushing mess in front of you. you’re never usually this forward with him even when you’ve had a few drinks, even when you’re needy. but now, you’re on your knees (literally), practically begging as you strip off your red dress and fall to the bed next to him.

“darling, i’m serious. you’re drunk.”

“’m literally fine! it’s not even midnight! y’know i actually left early because of how much i missed you, right? the girls are still at the bar.”

it’s difficult for him to ever say no to you, especially with those doe-eyes of yours. he caresses your cheek softly and you take the liberty of coaxing his fingers into your mouth, sucking until your lips nearly meet his knuckles. his other hand is clasped around your the front of your panties. you grind against his palm with wanton desire.

“shit, you really are that needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” tom whispers. you whine in response. the fingers in your mouth move to wrap around your throat while the index finger of his other hand sneaks underneath the cotton covering your cunt. he circles the wetness around your clit.

“need more,” you choke out.

“more what?” tom grins. you grip his wrist, grinding against his hand needily.

to shut up your whining, he slides his tongue down your throat, a bruising kiss that leaves you dizzier than the wine could’ve left you.

“fuck, fuck me, please,” you moan against tom’s lips.

“hungry girl, huh?” he teases.

“yeah, your girl. your good girl.”

something snaps inside of him when he hears the words come out of your mouth. as if his cock wasn’t already throbbing from the moment you’d sat on his lap in the living room.

tom doesn’t hesitate to take off his briefs, cock springing out with pre-cum leaking from the tip. a satisfied grunt sounds from his breath once he slides into you, his groan coupled with your girlish gasps. your wetness makes him insatiable, makes it so easy for him to slide in and out of you that he doesn’t care how rough he might be. you don’t seem to care, either.

you’re so warm inside, gripping his cock so perfectly that tom feels like he might finish too soon. holding your hips in place, he thrusts into you at an agonizing pace and kisses your mouth to keep you quiet. any more begging from you and he’d burst.

the pressure inside of you is amplified by the feeling of tom’s hand around your throat. his thick cock always finds a way to your g-spot, curving in just the right place to have your walls pulsating him. it doesn’t take very long for you to reach your peak, your face flushed and blissed out as you coax his orgasm from him as well.

with heavy exhales, tom’s body slumps against yours. he kisses your forehead sweetly.

“you really like it when i beg, don’t you?” you tease.

“darling, i nearly came before i was even inside you because of that.”

#3k celebration #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut #tom holland drabble #rpf

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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I loved the Tom daughter blurb!

Could you make an imagine where Tom had been busy and he is at home where his daughter just wants to spend time with him. She tries to get his attention but he seems to just get mad at her, until she just breaks down crying after maybe hurting herself?

Hungry || Tom holland x daughter

Summary: Y/N misses being with her dad, but he is always too busy and he seems to always snap at her without realising. One day she is hungry as Tom hasn’t been able to make her food so she decides to take matters into her own hands to get a snack, leading to a fall.

Haven’t read over this and sorry it’s not long.

Tom has been very busy lately, whether that was being on set for Spider man, hanging out with friends, being away for events or even on interview meetings at home. This means that he hasn’t been able to spend quality time with his four year old daughter, Y/N. Recently he has been too stressed and busy, leading him to snap out at his daughter, not realising the effect it was having on her.

Y/N spent most her days at the Holland’s family household missing her father a lot. She tried to spend time with him but she always fount him busy or always talking on the phone about his job. Y/N was only four so she didn’t understand everything about his job, all she knew is that he plays a big role as her favourite superhero spider-man, and that’s why he seems to never spend time with her like he used to.

Today, though, she grew very bored, only wanting to play with her toys with her dad or watch a movie with him. Her little feet ran down the stairs searching for the only person she loved the most. “Daddy?” She called out, hoping to find her dad somewhere around the house.

“Twssa where’s daddy?” She asked the Staffordshire Bull Terrier like she would answer back to the little girl. Tessa got up from her laying down position greeting the little girl with her tongue, y/n giggling at the feeling.

Her giggling may have been a bit too loud that Tom walked out of the room that he was in muting his phone to talk to her. “Y/n your being to loud” Tom told her, this being the first time she had seen her dad today and it was around 4 in the afternoon.

“Sorry” The four year old muttered, stroking Tessa’s body. Tom was about to walk back into the room he has been in for the past three hours when y/n spoke again. “I’m hungwy” She spoke, not having eaten all day.

Tom rolled his eyes without thinking, “I’ll make you something after i’m done” That’s all he said leaving the little girl alone in the kitchen, fully closing the door behind him. Y/N walked over to the door tears falling down her face, her dad never shuts the door, not even if he’s on a online interview. Tom knows y/n can’t open the doors, it being to hard for her to do so.

Y/n decided to go back to her room for a little while waiting for Tom to finish his important phone call. She grew too hungry though, she had never missed breakfast nor lunch before and she needed food.

Her little fists knocked at the closed door, the door swinging open not long after, a tired and stressed Tom appearing.

“Daddy!” She happily smiled lifting her arms up waiting for Tom to pick her up like he usually did but when he didn’t her excitement faltered.

“What y/n?!” He snapped raising his voice a little too loud for the young girl. “Why you mad?” She questioned.

“Because you keep bothering me! Can’t you see i’m busy! I can’t have you being loud and giggling everywhere when I’m busy doing things for my job, y/n! Fuck off!” He yelled, he had never sworn at his daughter before, he hadn’t even yelled at her like that ever.

Y/n stayed silent tears welling in her eyes, she walked away from the door Tom feeling a bit guilty for her but closed the door again wanting to finish his meetings.

It was now 8 o’clock y/n hadn’t eaten all day and it was nearly her bed time, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She used the chairs to climb onto the counter, opening the cupboard to find something to snack on.

Y/n sadly smiled seeing her favourite crisps that she loved and a fruit juice. Picking up her snacks to eat, she closed the cupboard, slowly getting off the counter and back on the chair. It was quiet high up so she tried to be extra carful.

Unfortunately though she lost her balance her and the chair falling with a scream coming out from her lips. The crisps and juice fell out of her hands as she hit the floor with a thud, her head smacking against the marble floor which would for sure turn into a huge bump in just a few minutes.

The sound of her screaming sobs and cries brought Toms attention. He quickly put his script down glancing at the time it reading 8:12. He heard Tessa barking in the background of his daughters cries, opening the closed door and racing to where he could hear the whimpers.

There his four year old daughter sobbed, her hand holding the top of her head and the chair laying flat against the floor. He saw the fruit juice and crisp packet as well. “Princess, Hey. Hey, what happened?” He softly asked her eyes locking with his as she tried to move away making his heart break.

“I’m s-sorry.” She tried covering her mouth with her over hand trying to make her crying sounds less loud. Y/n waited for her dad to shout again telling her to be quiet but he didn’t this time. However her doing this actions made her find ur harder to breathe properly as she was hyperventilating.

Tom sat on the floor, taking her hand away from her mouth. He pulled her into his lap, stroking her hair rocking them both back and forth. After a few minutes her sobs turned into sniffles, she clung onto Tom hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“What happened, baby?” He finally asked.

“I-I was hwngry. I wanted a snack a-and I used the chwir and then I went on there….I tried to get down but I fell and hit my head on the floor and it hurts” She sniffled, Tom immediately remembered that all day she hadn’t eaten, him being too caught up with his job he didn’t feed her at all. He pulled her away from him, examining her head that grew into a big bump.

Tom moved over to the freezer, y/n on his hip. He grabbed a bag of frozen peas, sitting y/n on the counter and placing the bag on her head. “It may feel weird but I need to keep it on here for a few minutes” He told her.

Few minutes passed, he threw the frozen peas back into the freezer telling y/n that they will have to do it again later. He brought her over to the sofa feeling guilty as ever. “I’m so sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I’m just so tired and it was wrong of me to do that” He kissed her head as a tear fell down his cheek.

“It’s okay.” She simply said, looking at him and wiping his tears.

“It’s not. I shouldn’t do that, you shouldn’t ever be rude to people if your tired, and I shouldn’t especially ever do that to you. I guess I had a little tantrum, you know when you get angry and you start to hit me or throw things around” She nodded her head understanding him now.

“That’s what daddy had. And I’m deeply sorry baby. Here let’s order some food, what would you like? McDonald’s?” He asked knowing she loved her happy meals.

“Mcdwnalds!” She cheered hugging Tom.

“I love you daddy!” She giggled with a smile.

“I love you so much more y/n” He smiled not wanting to let her go. He loves his daughter and he knows he will never treat her like that ever again.

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hollandfromhell · 2 years

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hi! my names Maria and I write for an assortment of characters and people, and requests are currently open. I constantly have 20 wips and seem to never finish them. I'm looking for a beta/ghost reader that'll help me navigate my wips, so if you're interested message me!

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based on the song traitor by Olivia Rodrigo where Tom Holland cheats on y/n with Zendaya. y/n has to navigate through her emotions and the aftermath of their ruined relationship.

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Frat!Tom Holland finally admits his feelings to y/n and her reaction isn't exactly what he expected.

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empty heart

based off "why are you lying to me", "how do you think this ends", and "i would have done anything for you" from my prompt list. Tom Holland seems to have found someone else but y/n can't help but be stuck on him.

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based off "i thought I lost you", "do you even still love me", and "I'm falling apart" from my prompt list. Bellamy Blake and y/n are broken up but stuck together on the Ring, what happens when she wants to be left behind while they survive?

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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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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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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hollandsangel · 2 years

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hey! can you please write a dad!tom where reader takes the kids to visit him on set??

please i can picture this so vividly he'd be so happy :(

“did you see that, mommy?” your son asks, voice disbeliving and eyes wide, “that man was in a real plane!!” you smile down at the messy head of curls, looking in the direction he’s pointing.

“it’s cool isn’t it, baby,” you say, looking to your other side where you daughter is clinging to two of your fingers.

“where’s daddy?” she asks, staring at her sneakers as they light up with each step she takes.

“he’s on stage 26, can you see the number 26 around anywhere?” you ask the kids, giving both their hands a little squeeze when they both shoot up to look for the number. your daughter is a bit too young to really understand the concept of numbers, but you know she’ll be excited all the same. she’s like a shadow to her older brother.

“there, mommy! i see it!” he calls excitedly, tugging on your hand and beaming as he points at the large numbers painted on the wall.

“i don’t see it,” your little girl pouts, her lip wobbling as she frantically looks around, “i don’t see daddy,”

“here, babygirl,” you lift her up, her little body fitting right against the curve of your waist, “we can’t see daddy just yet, but that’s where he is,” you explain, turning to face her to watch her lips turn into a smile. she has tom’s smile.

“can we go, mommy?” you feel your son tug on the hem of your shirt, and when you look down at him he is the striking image of his father.

“yeah,” you nod, offering him your hand, “let’s go.”

“right, so you’ll jump here for the shot, and after we’ll harness you up and get the shot of you ‘falling,’ sound good?” tom nods at his director, his arms folded in concentration.

you try to keep your son close to you, but he wriggles his hand out of yours and sprints forward the second he sees his dad. you try calling after him, but he’s on a mission, and soon enough, your daughter slides her way out of your arms and follows after her brother.

“daddy!” a little voice calls out, and tom’s arms unfold as he turns toward the source of the sound, the sight of his children running towards him one sweet enough to make his teeth ache.

“hey!” he grins. he beams. you watch as he crouches down and opens his arms, nearly falling over with the force in which the two little ones run into him. you can’t help but smile too, watching the three of them giggle. “what are you guys doing here, huh?” he asks once he finally pulls away, “where’s mum?”

“we wanted to come visit you!” and “mommy’s over there!” comes as a jumbled response from both kids at the same time as you walk towards them, catching tom’s smile up at you.

“hello, darling,” he says, still kneeling on the ground with his son and daughter holding him tight.

you lean down and offer him a kiss, earring a corus of ‘ewww’s’ from the two, and a few chuckles from some of the crew members. “hi, hope now’s an okay time,” you squeeze tom’s shoulder, and he rests his hand over yours.

“always, always got time for my three favourite people,” he turns back to the kids, winking.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland blurb #tom holland concept #tom holland drabble #dad!tom #requests #tom holland

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shayyprasad · 3 months

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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."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #fluff #tom holland x you #peter parker drabble #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #marvel #the avengers

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alltoowelltom · 1 year

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Can you write something where reader and son go watch Tom play golf and how their baby reacts to watching him? Xx

Tom had been practically begging to bring Miles to the golf course since the boy had begun walking. You'd refused, worrying that your baby might get hurt by a stray ball, sunburnt in the heat, or might wander off altogether.

But here you were, on your way to the course with Miles safely strapped into the backseat, babbling about going to watch his daddy. Tom glanced over from the driver's side, admiring you relaxing into the leather seat.

"Thank you for doing this, lovie." he says.

You smile at him, reaching over and squeezing his thigh clad in his dark grey golf trousers.

"S'alright," you say, pinching his thigh cheekily. "I know you just want to share golfing with Miles because it's important to you. Even if it is the world's most boring sport."

.。.:・°

You and Miles situated yourselves on the parked golf cart, in view of where Tom was golfing with Harry.

"D'you want your hat, baby?" you ask, fishing Miles' green bucket hat out of your bag and fitting it onto his head. You toss Tom's cap to him as well and he winks at you, catching it and putting it on.

Miles starts fidgeting on your lap, pulling at the ears of his stuffed toy.

"Look," you whisper in his ear, pointing at Tom who'd just picked up a golf club. "Look at your daddy!"

Tom turns slightly, salutes his son and turns back to the ball, lining up his shot. He tests it once, before bringing the club back and swinging it smoothly through the ball. It sails through the air cleanly, landing a few meters away from the far-off hole and red flag.

"Look at your Dad!" you repeat, clapping Miles' hands in your own as you cheer. Miles copies your actions, trying his best to cheer too.

"Daddy!" he calls, wriggling in your lap excitedly. He doesn't really understand what's happening, but he's having the time of his life anyway.

Tom places his club back in the bag, jogging over to you and Miles. He bends down to Miles' height, scooping his baby into his strong arms.

"Did you like that, mate?" he asks, eyes crinkling with joy as Miles nods and buries his face into his dad's shoulder.

Tom kisses the top of his head.

"Pretty soon we'll get you starting, eh?"

.。.:・° .。.:・°

sorry it's kind of short! please consider reblogging if you enjoyed <3

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alyswritings · 2 years

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hi! do you think you could write one where toms daughter is introducing her preschool boyfriend to her dad and family. and tom gets all protective and sad that his baby is growing up?

The Holland family are at Y/N's preschool, them having put on a play.

"So we really have to sit around for, like, an hour and watch a bunch of three and four year olds do a play? They don't even know what lines are." Harry complains.

"Harry, quit it." Nikki chides.

"Look, Y/N wanted all of you to be here. Plus, the play is only half an hour. And it'll be adorable." Tom assures.

"A bunch of children who aren't super excellent at following directions?" Paddy asks.

"Hey, Y/N's pretty good at that." Tom defends. "Besides, won't Y/N's adorable, ecstatic face be worth it?"

"Of course it will, honey." Nikki says.

"Whatever." Paddy mutters, earning a small smack in the arm from his mother. "Yeah, yeah, she's adorable."

"Yeah, yeah, we all know you love her." Tom says, flicking his youngest brother's head.

- - -

After the play, all the kids are allowed to go to their family. Y/N spots her father, a grin covering her face, and she rushes over to him.

"Daddy!" She squeals.

"Ahh, my little baby!" Tom grins, picking her up when she's close enough. "You did wonderful, love. You were so cute up there." He tells her, kissing her cheek a few times making her giggle.

"Tank you." Y/N giggles out.

After getting compliments from the rest of her family, one of Y/N's schoolmates walk over.

"Who is this?" Nikki asks.

"Tis is Gabe." Y/N states. She wiggles in her father's grip until he puts her down. "He my boyfiend." She states.

The twins and Paddy immediately look at Tom to find the oldest's eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Wh-what?" Tom awkwardly chuckles. "You... you mean friend that's a boy, right?"

"No. Boyfiend." Y/N says, clasping her hand around Gabe's.

"I thought we agreed no boyfriends until you were thirty." Tom frowns.

"Nuh-unh." Y/N shakes her head.

Nikki sends an amusing smile to her three sons that are trying to contain their laughter and then to Tom who is glancing between Y/N, Gabe, and their connected hands.

"Can I go see Emmy?" Y/N asks her dad.

"Emmy as in Emily?" Tom asks and Y/N nods. "Sure, darling, go ahead." He tells her. Y/N immediately drags Gabe off over to Emily.

"What the hell?" Tom whispers to his family. "She isn't supposed to be dating. She's supposed to be-- be playing with dolls and coloring, not talking to boys."

"Aww... is Tommy upset his baby isn't a baby?" Sam mocks, pinching his older brother's cheek.

"Shut up." Tom swats Sam's hand away making the three younger brothers laugh.

"Hey, it's pretty easy now. Wait until she's a teenager." Nikki smiles.

Tom lets out a dreadful groan, his brothers' laughs getting louder.

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