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vettelsvee · 26 days

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YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA | Sebastian Vettel

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ferrari sebastian vettel x fem oc (she's diana, the main character of history series!), max verstappen x fem oc

word count: 2670

warnings: smut. oral (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, p in v), seb getting horny af over her fiancee dancing tom holland's umbrella performance (or at least trying to huh). seb here has a sister named lara, who's dating max :)

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"Come on, it's easier than you think! You just have to raise your arms like this, as if you were holding an umbrella."

To say Lara was obsessed with Tom Holland was an understatement, and that included the dance she had done on Lip Sync Battle with one of Rihanna's most iconic songs.

While Sebastian and Max were busy, the German with his daughter, Emily, and the Dutchman preparing a barbecue, the sisters-in-law decided to goof around near the pool that occupied most of one of the patios of the house Sebastian and Diana shared in Switzerland.

"Like this?" the redhead asked as she imitated the gesture that the German had told her.

"Yes! You're nailing it, Di!" the girl shouted, jumping with excitement. "Now you just have to lean your body to one side and make movements with your torso like you're a wave in the sea." Wagner laughed at the girl's comparison, though she tried to follow her steps. "Hey, don't laugh, you dickhead!"

Diana, despite being comfortable with everyone present, always had a certain shyness about doing something she wasn't used to. However, as she began to let herself go, her movements became increasingly fluid, growing her enthusiasm for the choreography that had initially seemed so difficult to her.

"It seems like they're having fun, huh?" the Dutchman commented to Vettel.

"I can see that yes," the elder of the drivers replied as he cradled his daughter to try to get her to sleep. "Knowing both of them, I have no idea what might come out of whatever they're doing."

As the night progressed, the steps became more fluid and perfect, impressing the girls themselves. They couldn't stop laughing, and they even decided to improvise some moves to add their personal touch. At the same time, the drivers continued grilling the meat they had bought, and it wasn't until they started arguing about who had made a better hamburger that the girls ran to their rescue.

"Guys, calm down. We've been doing something you might like!"

Lara ran out, in a bikini, and stood between her brother and her boyfriend, stopping the senseless argument they were having before it escalated. After all, it wasn't the first time Vettel and Verstappen had faced off off the track over silly things like that.

"Is it related to that little dance you're doing from that Spider-Man kid?" Max wanted to know.

The raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow and shot her boyfriend a look, although she was dying of laughter inside at the silly jealousy attack he was having over an actor she would never meet.

Diana approached Sebastian and planted a kiss on his lips as he held her waist and squeezed her, tickling her and causing her to burst into laughter.

"Seb, stop it!" she exclaimed, pulling away from her fiancé and earning a puppy-dog pout from him.

Lara quickly took advantage of the moment and grabbed the woman by her wrist, leading her to a slightly more secluded spot from their partners, positioning her perfectly for her boyfriend to have a perfect view of her, and giving her a knowing look before playing the song on her phone.

As the first notes began to play, so did they. Although a bit shy at first, especially Diana, both gained confidence as the song progressed. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, as if they had been rehearsing for months. The chemistry between the sisters-in-law was undeniable, something that left the men speechless.

The Dutchman watched his girlfriend's performance with wide eyes, unable to look away from the German woman who had stolen so many sighs from him. His lip, as if by reflex, began to be bitten by his own teeth. Lara noticed it, and made an effort to show her sensual side even more.

Vettel, on the other hand, couldn't understand how, in almost five years of relationship, he had never seen this side of Diana Wagner. As the German watched her girlfriend move, he couldn't help but be aroused. His eyes began to roam over her entire body, focusing especially on her breasts, waist, and buttocks. Although the movements the Austrian was making were not intended to be sensual, she did them in such a natural way that Sebastian was starting to get very horny to the point of having to try to calm down the erection that was forming in his pants.

He tried to divert his thoughts to his daughter, asleep in her stroller while tightly hugging a cloud-shaped plush toy, beside him, and to the barbecue fire, whose embers were slowly dying out. But no matter how much Vettel tried to put his thoughts in order, all he wanted in those moments was to passionately make love to his future wife.

As the performance came to an end both drivers stood up, cheering and applauding enthusiastically. The youngest Vettel bowed, but Diana simply remained still, her cheeks turning the same color as her hair.

The rest of the night went by among laughter, games and the karaoke session with the music playing from a local radio station. Around one in the morning, Lara and Max decided to retire, leaving Sebastian and Diana alone in the patio's chill-out area.

After the younger couple left, Sebastian got up and carried his daughter in his arms to take her to her room to rest and not interfere with the plans he had prepared for him and his girlfriend. Upon his return, he found the engineer settled on one of the sofas, letting her hair down, previously tied.

For the future marriage, the night had just started.

"Di, I had no idea you danced so well," he said, approaching her with a slightly mischievous smile, "especially not in that kind of dance."

Diana shifted on the sofa and stared directly at her boyfriend, who had sat down beside her. Slowly, and as she spoke to him, she proceeded to remove the beach dress that covered her body, leaving herself in the swimsuit she was wearing.

"Well, wait until we get married, love: then you'll see me dance well, especially at night."

Quickly, the redhead positioned herself over Vettel, noticing how his penis was rapidly becoming erect and pressing firmly against her intimacy, covered by the piece of fabric. Diana noticed the surprise even on Sebastian's face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and as quickly as she could, she started to kiss him with desperation. All Seb could do was moan as his girl, the only thing she did, was getting him more turned on and herself as she began to direct her lips down his neck, ignoring the tickles his beard was giving her.

"Di... sit down."

The mentioned followed Sebastian's orders and positioned herself on the couch with her legs open as he continued to kiss her only to end up moving down to her intimate area, kneeling in front of her, opening her lower extremities even more.

Carefully, she began to massage her pussy over the swimsuit, earning nothing but sighs and pleas from Diana.

"Seb, please," demanded the redhead.

Sebastian lifted his gaze and smirked mischievously. Then, he pushed aside the lower part of the woman's garment, still on, exposing her intimacy and already running his hands between her labia slowly, torturing her.

"Do you like it like this, Di?" the driver announced with a hoarse voice. "My fingers in your pussy, slowly as fuck, is it enough for you, or do you want more?"

"I don't know why you're asking me: you know I always want more."

He knew, of course he knew. He just wanted to hear it from her lips.

Sebastian knew the future Mrs. Vettel more than she knew herself.

Without saying or doing anything else, he began to eagerly eat out Diana. There was nothing the German liked more than making his girlfriend enjoy. He went from more to less, and teased her with surprise rhythm changes and adding a finger in ocasional moments. That day, however, they had to hurry because he knew his sister and brother-in-law could show up at any moment.

So, he dedicated himself solely to move his lips and tongue as quickly as possible all over her pussy, focusing especially on doing it against the girl's clit. Diana's excitement was such that, with both hands, she pulled Sebastian's hair strongly while forcing his head closer to her intimacy, urging him to eat her even more eagerly. He seemed to catch the hint: his hands grabbed the redhead's hips and held her even tighter to his mouth, now focusing on playing with his tongue at her entrance.

"Sebastian Vettel, oh my god," moaned the redhead arching her back when she felt Sebastian's palms now grabbing her buttocks. "One day you're going to kill me and you'll be left without sex."

He realized that not having had sex for a while due to lack of intimacy was causing her climax to come faster than usual. Quickly, while not stopping giving small bites to Diana's bundle of nerves, he began to take off his swimsuit, leaving his penis completely exposed, erect as it hadn't been in a long time.

Diana was on the verge of the orgasm, she knew it, and that's why Seb decided to stop, leaving her with desire and a scream about to come out of her.

"No, no, no," she began to say in desperation, "don't you dare do this to me, Seb."

"Who said we're done, princess?"

As soon as his words escaped his lips, he took Diana by the waist and switched positions with her. Now, he was the one sitting down, and the woman on top of him, rubbing against his member to see if she could finally reach her orgasm. Sebastian took a moment to begin lowering the upper part of her swimsuit and started massaging her breasts, leaving a kiss in every place, and taking her nipples between his lips.

"Are you tired?" the German asked in the midst of excitement. "If you want, I can let you be on the bottom, lying down."

"No way, Seb," the girl replied, wanting to take control with her boyfriend. She kept rubbing against him, her hands against his chest. "Let me be on top. It's been a while since I set the pace."

"I'm serious, Di. You've been having trouble with sleeping for several nights with Emily being sick. I don't mind, really. Even if you want to stop, really" he added. "If you don't feel comfortable to continue, we can stop and go back to what we were doing before. Just us lying here on the sofa, I really don't mind."

Diana snorted. She couldn't believe Sebastian was thinking about her well-being at that moment rather than the fact that they were about to fuck after almost a month without doing it.

She absolutely and completely hated that her future husband was so good to her on occasions like this. Well, not only good in this occasions, in every occasion.

"I just want to take care of you," he let her know, looking at her decisively.

"Then let me be on control today."

With that, Diana masturbated her partner as best she could, and immediately she sat on his penis and the rhythm of her hips began.

Wagner focused on doing it as slowly as he could, trying to keep a steady pace and enjoy the intimate moment she was having with Seb, who just smiled when he realized the girl's intentions. With more care than usual, considering what they were doing, he took her chin and kiss her to silence her moans, which were increasing in frequency and volume.

As they progressed, so did the speed of her hips guided by Sebastian's hands, which rested on her waist. When he noticed an increase in her excitement, he buried his face in the German's neck, who took the opportunity to leave, carefully, bites, kisses and small marks on her neck that would possibly turn into darker ones in the next few hours.

"I love you so much, Sebastian," Diana tried to say, breathless from the effort she was making, "you have no idea how much."

"Whose are you?" he suddenly blurted out, surprising the girl.

Without a plan, but noticing how Diana's walls began to contract around his cock, Sebastian tried to reach the girl's clitoris to start massaging it and make her release come once and for all.

He received no response. Only continuous moans as the engineer threw her head back, seeming not to want to end until he did.

"Diana Vettel, I want you to answer me: whose are you?"

"I'm not Diana Vettel," she replied, slowing her pace to torture the man. Obviously, she succeeded eagerly. Vettel, at the same time, matched her level by removing contact with her intimacy. "So call me by my name and I'll answer you."

"No, you're not" he refused, knowing perfectly well that he was testing her patience, "but you will be in a year. So now, answer me: whose are you, Diana Vettel?" he emphasized her last name with a too husky voice.

"Yours," she replied, giving up with a choked moan. "I'm yours, Sebastian. I have always been yours, and I'll always be yours."

With that, the speed of the index finger, the same one that the Ferrari driver used a lot to celebrate his victories in public, returned to where it was before, although this time increasing along with his thrusts against Diana. In a matter of seconds, the girl was already trembling on top of him, clinging tightly to his neck to avoid falling while admiring the scene she was starring in with her future husband.

Sebastian felt that his release was also imminent, and he let her know.

"Love, I'm going to cum. I don't think it's the best option to do it inside you, but if you want..."

No more was needed because Diana, in the heat of the moment, didn't hesitate to get off her boyfriend's lap to kneel in front of him. Immediately, she took his penis in her hands and didn't hesitate to put it in her mouth. Sucking as hard as she could, and making use of her deep throat while massaging his testicles and what didn't fit, she noticed how her opening, seconds later, was gradually filled with a salty taste that wasn't much to her liking, but she swallowed without protest.

After finishing and regaining composure, Wagner fell back on the couch, next to Sebastian, and kissed him again with affection, both enjoying their own fluids in each other's mouths. They didn't spend much time embraced until Sebastian noticed that Diana seemed to be increasingly weighed down by her eyes, possibly because drowsiness was setting in on her.

"Are you falling asleep, love?" the drive asked in a soft voice, still appearing excited.

The redhead murmured something unintelligible, confirming the suspicions that were running through Vettel's mind.

Therefore, without much thought, he took Diana in his arms. She offered no resistance, and all she did was snuggle into Seb's chest, trying to find the perfect position as he headed towards the bedroom they shared.

When they arrived, Sebastian made sure to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake little Emily. Next, he laid Diana on the bed and began to undress her, removing her still damp swimsuit slowly, replacing it with the nightgown she occasionally wore to sleep. Afterwards, he simply lifted the girl, now seemingly fast asleep, to tuck her in between the thin sheets.

The German laid down beside her and wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her as if he might lose her at any moment. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead before sleep consumed him too, something that became a night routine for the couple.

"Rest well, my love," he said yawning, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "Thank you for being with me another day."

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ily-fictional-women · 9 months

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Take Out, Maybe?

Summary: Not everyone can cook, and not everyone is meant to.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Warnings: Minor mentions of blood

Word count: 1293

a/n: This is loosely inspired by that one Tom Holland interview where he mentions Zendaya tried to cook for him when he got back from a shoot. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

More often than not Kate will stay over at Y/n’s apartment, but with her apartment finally being fully remodeled after it caught fire it gave Y/n an opportunity to stay over there more. With Kate staying over at her place most of the time Y/n had gotten used to making dinner for the both of them. So when Kate came home from a mission Y/n started looking through what to cook with as she usually would.

Y/n hollers looking through the fridge, “Kate what do you want for dinner?!” Kate quickly jogs downstairs meeting Y/n at the fridge taking something out of the freezer. She shrugs, “I’m fine with anything.” Y/n huffs still staring inside the fridge, “There’s not much to cook with when’s the last time you went grocery shopping?”

Kate shrugs again giving a sheepish grin, “I don’t know. Why don’t we just order something tonight?” Sighing Y/n closes the fridge door leaning against it and looks at Kate. “I don’t really feel like take out though.” Kate looks at the makeshift ice pack she had pressed against her side holding it up to Y/n with a grin.

“We could heat up these pizza rolls then.” A small grin tickles up on Y/n’s lips, “What do you even cook here there’s practically nothing in the fridge.” Kate scratches the back of her head stammering, “I don’t really know how to cook, to be honest.”

Y/n’s grin fades as she looks more confused. “You do know how to cook though, you’ve made dinner before I come home from missions a few times.” Kate laughs awkwardly, “Uh, yeah. About that. Those times I cooked were just the food I ordered. I’d just put it in the pots and pans then put the containers and bags in the dumpster.”

Giggling Y/n similes wide, “Kate, my love. You are twenty-two. How do you not know how to cook for yourself? Have you just been living off frozen foods?” Kate groans in embarrassment. Walking over to one of the shelves in the kitchen though Kate grabs a box of mac and cheese.

“I can make this! I’m great at making this.” Kate shakes the box in Y/n’s face in a playful victory but Y/n just takes it from her placing it on the nearby countertop. “Congrats Ms. Bishop you can boil water.” Kate rolls her eyes at Y/n’s sarcasm, “Ms. Bishop is my Mom’s thing.”

Y/n shakes her head, “Whatever. Put a jacket on though.” Grabbing her own jacket Y/n stands near the door while Kate just looks confused crossing her arms. “And why exactly am I gonna put my jacket on?” Going up to Kate Y/n takes her by one of her arms pulling her closer to the door.

“We’re gonna go grocery shopping so we can make dinner together.” Kate just groans again making Y/n toss a jacket at her. “Stop being a brat and let's go Kate. There’s a mini grocery store in walking distance from here.” Reluctantly Kate puts on her jacket following Y/n out the door after putting Lucky on a leash to come with them.

Making it to the grocery store Kate watches and Y/n carefully selects different vegetables putting them in a plastic bag. Grabbing a separate bag she then watches Y/n put different fruits in the bag.

“What recipe did you choose exactly that requires blueberries?” Y/n shakes her head giving Kate a ‘are you stupid look’. “Kate. You barely have anything in your fridge. We’re grocery shopping in general. And you’re paying by the way.”

Kate’s eyes go wide in shock, “Alright fine. But I’m gonna go get a frozen pizza then for later.” Hearing the word pizza Lucky immediately barks in agreement making Y/n stare daggers at the dog and her pizza-loving girlfriend. Kate awkwardly fake coughs then shrugs, “Or I could just not do that, that’s cool too.”

Looking through the meat section for the main course for that night's dinner Lucky steals a steak on the lower shelf nearly pulling Kate away with him. Managing to stay in the same spot Y/n takes the steak from Lucky adding it to the other meats with the groceries.

“Y’know you spoil him too much Y/n?” Kate smiles as they make their way to the cash register. Y/n simply rolls her eyes at the woman, “Like you, we never spoiled.”

Finally making it back to the apartment Y/n lays out all the vegetables and meat that will be used in the dinner for the night while Kate finishes stocking up the fridge. As Kate finishes up stocking the fridge Y/n sets down a thick paper towel with some carrots and a sharp, and obviously unused kitchen knife right next to it.

“Okay, Kate, your first lesson in learning how to cook is one of the simpler ones. Learning how to chop vegetables.” Y/n holds onto Kate’s hands in the right positions from behind showing her how to chop properly. Kate smiles to herself, “This would probably be more romantic if you were taller than me.”

Y/n scoffs immediately letting go of Kate's hands. “You have like one inch on me Bishop.” Kate rolls her eyes laughing as Y/n starts searing the meat. Everything goes smoothly for the moment. Kate cuts the vegetables as Y/n takes care of everything on the stove.

Or that is up until the point Y/n hears a quiet “Dammit” from Kate’s direction. “What’s up, Kate?” Y/n asks not shifting her gaze away from the stove. “I accidentally cut myself a little." She hears Kate a lot more clearly this time turning around she turns Kate slightly to see the damage.

Looking at her hand, saying I cut myself a little would be an understatement. The cut started at the top knuckle of her thumb going down to the bottom of her hand. “Kate! Oh my god, you’re gonna need stitches.”

Grabbing a stray dish towel Y/n presses it against the cut putting Kate’s other hand on top of it to keep the pressure as she left to grab cash from her wallet for a taxi. “Baby it’s not that bad.” Kate tries to laugh through the pain of the cut.

Y/n looks at her worried but also confused, “Kate, do you know how to do stitches on yourself?” Kate stutters bleeding through the rag, “Uh, no. But-” Y/n throws her hands up in the air pulling Kate to the door. “Well I don’t know how to do stitches in general so let's go.”

As Lucky starts to follow Y/n in a panic tells him to stay rather aggressively. Kate gives the dog a quick pout before whispering to the dog, “I’m sorry Lucky! Your Mommy’s crazy.”

Making it out of the apartment building Y/n hails down a taxi making sure Kate gets in safely first before her. “Can you take us to the nearest emergency room please sir?” The man gives a quick nod noticing the bloody rag on Kate's hand.

It took about ten minutes to get to an emergency room, but once the women at the check-in desk say Kate was bleeding through the dishtowel she immediately got the two of you to see someone. After the doctor finished cleaning the cut she started stitching it up.

Kate manages to look over at Y/n with a huge grin, “Hey, Baby?” Y/n looks at her with a tired smile, “What’s up?”

“You still not in the mood for something else? Take out, maybe?”

“Yeah, takeout actually sounds good right now.”

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Holland’s Girl

pairing: Boyfriend!Tom x Cavill!Reader

summary: Hi there! I don't know if you still write for Tom Holland but could you do one with him in a relationship with henry cavill's little sister? With the twitter format? Love all your Henry cavill blurbs! (Requested by Anon)

Requests are open!/Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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@/dutchnesslove: Tom just confirmed his relationship with Y/n Cavill on instagram!! He uploaded a picture of them cuddling in bed and everything, even Tessa was in between them with her head on Y/n's chest

@/HenryCavill: @TomHolland take care of my sister or else our weekend pints will have to stop mate 👍👍

@/Y/nCavill: Omg fuck off Hen, he loves me more than you do🙄

@/britishstarq: Did anyone see the pap video of Tom and Y/n buying groceries?? He pushes her around in the trolley while handing her the stuff from the shelves. Someone save me bc they are just too cute😭

>> @/marveltrick: Ok but did you see the party where Y/n secretly swipes her card to pay for the groceries and Tom literally tackled her into a big hug and tickled her because of it

@/Littlebunbun: Why the fuck are people hating on Tom and Y/n? So what if she isn’t some big time actor? She literally has her own career path in (insert job), she doesn’t need Tom’s money bro☠️

>> @/birdiebye: I know, fans ambushed her outside of her workplace and she had to stay inside and wait for Tom to get her. This is ridiculous. She’s just trying to live her life, she doesn’t need whiney teenagers trying to attack her. No wonder Tom doesn’t like doing lots of autographs in public anymore

@/retrotro: Henry just posted his annual family bbq picture, and just saw Tom sitting on a chair by the fire with Y/n tucked under his jacket with him😭😭 He was kissing her forehead with his arms locked around her and everything

@/beautifillife: In Y/n's first interview she mentioned how she first met Tom at an award show where Henry brought her along as his plus one. She ended up getting lost from Henry during the big rush inside and bumped into Tom, and quotes, “He hasn’t let me go since”

>> @/beautifillife: Don’t even forget when she said that Tom insisted he bring her home because she couldn’t end up finding Henry, AND THEY HAD THEIR FIRST KISS THAT NIGHT. Although feels bad because Y/n said he was so awkward like a little boy with his first crush☠️

@/turusbeixh: Since the lockdown I think Y/n has moved in with Tom, just because Henry posted turning her room in the family home, into storage for his war figurines. Also Y/n has been posting reels on instagram on how to choose the correct colour furniture, and she’s just the cutest

@/TomHolland: @/Y/nCavill Babe please forgive me, I didn’t mean to walk Tessa without you this morning💔

>> @/Y/nCavill: So first I wake up alone in bed, and then I don’t even get to walk my baby. Unforgivable, unless you’ve somehow got a tub of Ben and Jerries with you. And Kisses

>>> @/TomHolland: Don’t worry got lots of kisses for you, in all places

@/pinkputter: In a friend’s youtube video when playing Hide and Seek, Y/n decides to hide on Tom’s lap under a massive blanket, AND THIS MAN DID NOT RAT HER OUT FOR A WHOLE 30 MINUTES. THAT IS LOVE.

@/DailyTelegraph: Teary Tom Holland seen sending off his girlfriend Y/n Cavill at the airport. The young businesswoman is off to start a new branch in Japan, hopefully she’ll be back soon! Reports say 2 weeks!

>> @/tomholland101: You’re tellin me that mans cryin over his girl being gone for two weeks😭

@/user28373792: Tom holland said that he and Y/n can’t share showers often because she actually makes it boiling warm. But he does it anyway because she wants to 😭♥️

@/User29282803: Y/n posted a photo of Tom rubbing her feet, that mans whipped

>> @/twinkletoerz: Remember the picture of

Y/n braiding his hair. Love.

@/Y/nCavill: Why is Tom crying at the airport😭 He literally booked a flight to Japan for two days from now, he’s staying with me until I have to fly home

@/Northfacepole: When is Tom gonna propose, they’ve been together for AGES (3 years) THAT WOMANS FINGER NEEDS A RING!!

>> @/Y/nCavill: Don’t worry babes i’m on it 💪

@/DailyTelegraph: Y/N CAVILL AND TOM HOLLAND ENGAGED! The pair got engaged at the rooftop of a secluded bar in the west of London, Y/n reappeared today adorning a stunning lab created diamond on her ring finger, a smitten blushing Tom by her side. Sources say the superstar got down on one knee after a romantic Italian dinner and asked the question, we can only anticipate the wedding date which is supposedly next Spring!

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annab-nana · 6 months

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Tom holland and prompt 13 from List C please 🧡 (domestic list)

you got it babe :)

prompt: one putting on weight although the other is the one that is actually pregnant

warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, kinda short, talks of diets and changes in diets and gaining weight so if that is triggering for you, please don't read this, pregnancy hormones, use of pet names (darling)

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"is it good?" tom inquired, watching you take a bite of your burger. you had been talking about getting a hamburger since two in the morning when the initial craving hit and you were finally getting to eat it.

"so good," you responded after you swallowed down your previous bite. your eyes glanced down to his plate to see that his platter matched yours to a t.

from an outside eye, that probably wasn't too odd to see. it was just a man and a woman, both delving into a massive burger and fries. but you knew tom. he stuck to a fairly strict diet to keep in shape. he had his occasional cheat days, but he seemed to be having more cheat days than not lately. you didn't think he was wrong nor were you disgusted by this. you were just curious about the change.

"i am not judging you by any means, but i thought you were on a diet? like a harsh one?" you inquired before popping a fry into your mouth.

"i was," he prefaced, "but you know we're in everything together, even this pregnancy, so if you have to gain weight, so do i."

"tom, you don't have to do that," you spoke softly as you reached across the table to hold his hand. "the people need their spider-man," you joked.

his thumb rubbed over your skin so delicately, it almost tickled. his head shook lightly at you before he responded, "maybe, but you need me more."

"tom," you said in awe as tears lined your eyes, pregnancy hormones coming in a rush. "goodness, you know you can't be too sweet to me or else i'll cry."

"sorry, darling," he responded, a chuckle following his words before teasingly adding, "i'll try to keep the sweetness to a minimum."

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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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When Will You Realize…

Pairing: single dad!Tom Holland x teacher!Reader

Synopsis: Tom falls for his daughters teacher

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“Can’t I just stay with you today?”

“No, honey bee. We can’t do that anymore. I loved spending everyday with you this summer but now it’s time for you to go to school.” Tom told his daughter as they looked at her school building together.

“But I don’t wanna go.” She pouted and rested his head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I know. I don’t want you to go either. But you have to, Vienna. You’re 4 now. You’re old enough to go to school.” Tom told her as he held her little face between his hands.

“You’ll come back?” She asked with teary eyes.

“I’ll always come back.” He told her as he tugged on one of her brown curls. Tom wiped her tears with his thumb before pulling her face closer to kiss her cheek.

“Bye bye. I love you.”

“Bye daddy.” Vienna sniffled and slowly walked into the building.

A few hours later, Tom stood outside his car and waited for Vienna to come out of the parent pick up door. He soon saw her coming out of the building, holding your hand.

“Daddy!” Vienna broke into a smile when she saw Tom and ran into his arms. Tom scooped her up and kissed her face as you walked towards them. Tom did a double take when he saw you and felt his whole face heat up.

“Who’s that?” He asked his daughter.

“That’s Ms. Y/n. She’s my teacher.” Vienna said and waved to you.

“That’s your teacher?” Tom’s heart raced as you approached them. He expected his daughters teacher to be some old lady in a hand knit cardigan so the sight of you knocked the wind out of his chest.

“Hi. You must be daddy.” You smiled and held out your hand.

“I am. Most people call me Tom, though.” Tom joked as he shook your hand. He felt his face flush as he looked into your eyes and you gave him a shy smile.

“Hi Tom. I’m Ms. Y/n. And I have to say, I’m a big fan of your work.”

“My work?” Tom wondered.

“Vienna.” You told him. “I know I just met her but love her.”

“Oh.” Tom smiled when he got the joke. “So do I. Sometimes.”

“Daddy!” Vienna laughed and tugged at Tom’s sleeve.

“Shh. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He teased her as he tickled her stomach. You watched with a fond smile as Vienna giggled and squirmed away from Tom. Tom noticed you staring and felt himself blush again.

“So is Y/n your first name or your last name?” He asked you.

“First. We go by first names around here. It’s easier for the kids to pronounce.”

“That makes sense. So if I wanted to call you by your last name…” He trailed off and looked at you for an answer. He was discretely trying to find out if you had a husband before he let his crush get too extreme.

“You’d call me Ms. L/n.” You replied, already picking up on what he was trying to do.

“I see. Did you always come with this last name? Or perhaps was this last name given to you from a spouse via a martial arrangement?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I’m not married, if that’s what you’re asking.” You smiled coyly.

“Psh. I wasn’t asking that.” Tom lied as his face flushed.

“Why are you so red, daddy?” Vienna asked, making Tom shoot her a look as you laughed.

“Oh, okay. Sure.” You said sarcastically. You and Tom exchanged another look and your shot him a wink.

“We should probably get going. But we’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said as began to lead Vienna away. He only walked a few paces before turning around and walking back to you.

“What about a boyfriend?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I’ll see you at drop off, Mr. Holland.” You avoided his question with a coy smile.

“Tom.” He corrected you with a matching smile.

“Tom.” You repeated, making his face flush over the way you said his name. You waved goodbye to the both of them before walking away. Tom watched you as you went and talked to another kids parents and noticed you didn’t give the dad the same attention you gave Tom.

“Are we gonna go home, daddy?” Vienna asked and tugged at Tom’s sleeve again. Tom snapped out of his love struck daze and nodded.

“Yeah, honey bee. Let’s go home.”

The next day, Tom waiting at parent pick up and felt equally excited to see you as he felt to see his daughter. He broke into a smile when he saw you and Vienna coming out of the building.

“Daddy I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay here.” Vienna said as Tom scooped her up.

“You’ll come back tomorrow, honey bee. But we gotta go home now.” Tom told her with a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay.” Vienna whined just as you walked up to them.

“What kind of magic did you work that these kids don’t want to leave?” Tom whispered to you over Viennas shoulder.

“I don’t know. I guess they just had a good day at school.” You smiled innocently at Tom before looking at Vienna.

“Don’t tell your daddy about the spell I cast on you to make you love school.” You whispered loudly to Vienna as you poked her stomach, making her giggle.

“Can Ms. Y/n come eat dinner with us? Please, daddy?” Vienna asked Tom.

“Not tonight, honey bee. Maybe some other time.” Tom said with a shy smile. You winked at him again before returning your attention to Vienna.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Vienna? We can play together then.” You promised her.

“Okay.” Vienna reluctantly sighed.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked her when you noticed her sad expression. She immediately lit up and reached out to you. You stepped forward and hugged her while she was still in Tom’s arms, making your faces nearly brush each others. Tom blushed but you didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll miss you.” You told her as you moved her hair out of her face.

“I’ll miss you too.” Vienna said and wiggled out of Tom’s arms until her put her down on the ground.

“Daddy, give her a hug goodbye.” Vienna said and pointed to you.

“Oh, she doesn’t want a hug.” Tom laughed awkwardly.

“Sure I do. Bring it in.” You said and opened your arms. Tom turned red as you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug. He hugged you back, letting it linger for a minute as he rubbed his hand up and down the material of your sweater. When you pulled away, you both had on shy smiles as you avoided eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked him.

“See you tomorrow.” He nodded and started to walk away.

“Uh, Tom?” You called after him.

“Yes?” He immediately wiped around, hopeful of what you could say.

“Are you forgetting something?” You laughed and discreetly pointed to Vienna.

“Oh. Yeah. My child.” He remembered and went to take Viennas hand. You laughed as you waved goodbye to the both of them and watched them until they pulled away in their car.

The next day, Tom showed up to parent pick up 20 minutes early. He noticed that he didn’t get as much time to speak to you when he came late as you were consumed with the other parents, so he got there early to ensure he got his time with you. Once you spotted Tom in his car, you came out of the building holding Viennas hand.

“Hey Ms. Y/n.” Tom smiled in excitement when you came over to him.

“Hey Tom. Can I talk to you for a second?” You asked and nodded towards the side. You left Vienna with one of her friends and pulled Tom to the side to talk.

“What’s up?” He asked you, feeling a mixture of nervous and hopeful to be talking to you privately.

“Who usually does Vienna’s hair in the morning? You or your wife?” You asked him, catching him off guard.

“I do it. Why? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing bad. It’s just….” You trailed off and looked at Vienna messy head of honey brown curls.

“I’ll cut right to it. Vienna’s hair is a mess. A straight up mess. She came in today with a marker stuck in it. Then she proceeded to get three more markers stuck in it because it’s so messy.” You told him.

“Ah, geez. I’m sorry. Her mom died when she was still a baby so I never learned how to do her hair. I was kinda hoping she’d be baby bald forever.” Tom admitted, making you chuckle a little.

“Well she’s not. Shes got a lot of hair.” You laughed and looked over at Vienna again, who was pulling a crayon out of her hair to give to a classmate.

“I know. It’s all over out house. I found it in my butt crack the other day.” Tom said, immediately regretting sharing so much. You looked at him in surprise and he turned bright red.

“I wish I didn’t say that.” He said after a beat of silence.

“I wish you didn’t either.” You laughed, making him feel better. He gave you an embarrassed smile and you changed the subject for his sake.

“I’m sorry to hear about her mom. I didn’t know she didn’t have one.” You said in a soft tone.

“Thanks. She was too young to remember her anyway.” Tom brushed it off.

“But I’m sure you do.” You said with a sympathetic smile. Tom was stunned to silence for a minute as he realized he hadn’t thought about it that way. Most people expressed their sympathy for Vienna no longer having a mother, but Tom really revived sympathy for no longer having a wife.

“Yeah. I do.” He said quietly.

“It must be hard doing this alone.” You said and put your hand on his shoulder. Tom felt his heart pound in his chest at the contact and nodded his head.

“Can’t be much harder than teaching 17 4 year olds how to read and tie their shoes every day.” He chuckled softly.

“That’s true. That’s not much easier.” You admitted. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job. Vienna is a kind, smart, intelligent, and wonderful girl. That’s a reflection on her daddy.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Tom said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Tom.” You smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Tom blushed again and put his hand on top of yours.

“Is that all you needed to tell me? That my daughters hair is wack?” Tom said with a teasing smile.

“No, that’s not all. I actually wanted to offer my services.”

“Your services?”

“Yeah. I don’t have any kids of my own but I’ve been a teacher for a few years now. Plus, I was a little girl myself once. I could teach you how to manage her hair, if you’d like.” You said with a shy smile.

“Really? You’d do that?” Tom asked hopefully.

“Of course. If that’s something you’d be interested in, I could come over after school one day and give you some lessons.”

“Yeah. I’d love that!” Tom blurted. “I mean, we’d love that. Vienna would love that. And so would I.”

“Does Friday work?” You chuckled at his excitement.

“Friday is perfect.”

“Cool beans. See you then.” You winked at him before walking away, leaving him with butterflies in his chest.

On Friday, you waited with Vienna by the front of the school until the last kid was picked up. Tom pulled up outside and got out of the car with a huge smile.

“Daddy!” Vienna ran to Tom and jumped into his arms. Tom scooped her up and kissed her cheek a few times before buckling her into her car seat. He then opened the passenger door for you with a shy smile.

“After you.” He said and gestured to the seat.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied for him before getting in the car.

“Ms Y/n is coming home with us?” Vienna asked once you were all in the car.

“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you.” Tom smiled at her through the rear view mirror.

“Yay!” Vienna cheered and reached her hand out. You reached your hand back and held her hand for the entirety of the car ride. Tom smiled to himself when he saw how close you two were before smiling at you. You smiled back at him and gave him one of your infamous winks. Tom pulled into the driveway within a few minutes and got out of the car to open your door for you. You got Vienna out of her car seat and carried her inside while Tom unlocked the door. You put Vienna down and he ran to go play, leaving you and Tom alone.

“Sorry it’s a little messy.” Tom apologized as you all stepped into the house. You looked around at all the evidence that a little girl lived there and smiled to yourself.

“No apology necessary. You should see my classroom. There’s half a peanut butter sandwich stuck to the ceiling and a pencil sticking out of the wall.” You told him.

“Yeah, I know a little about that. There’s a drawing of Olaf holding hands with Simba on my bedroom wall.” Tom chuckled.

“I would love to see that someday.” You said with a coy smile, making Tom turn bright red. He was too flustered to say anything so you quickly changed the subject.

“Why don’t we get started? What shampoo and conditioner do you use?”

“This.” Tom said and picked up a bottle of the counter.

“Oh.” You said after reading the bottle of Axe he had handed you.

“Is it bad? It’s the one I use too.”

“4 in one?” You looked up at him with a teasing smile.

“Yeah. It’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash. And it smells like “dark temptation”, which is really nice.” He replied. You burst out laughing before taking a bottle out of your bag.

“What if we try this? It’s an all natural shampoo. And it smells like rainbow blast. Whatever that means.” You handed it to him before going back into your bag.

“And this. This condition is really good for getting out knots and tangles. And it’s specifically made for curly hair.“ You told him and handed him another bottle.

“Wow. This is perfect. We can give that a try.” Tom smiled as he looked at the bottles of shampoo and conditioner that he always walked past in the store because he was too overwhelmed to pick one. You smiled back at him before taking another bottle out of your bag.

“This is body wash. I know Vienna likes unicorns so I found one with them on it.”

“Thank you. Yeah, she really likes unicorns.” Tom smiled fondly at how well you knew his daughter.

“You’re welcome. Oh, and this.” You said and handed him a fluffy yellow loofah.

“What the hell is this?” Tom asked as he stared at the loofah in disbelief.

“A loofah.”

“A what?”

“You put the body wash on it and then scrub yourself. You’ve never seen one?”

“I thought those only existed in movies.” Tom whispered, too afraid to say it out loud.

“They’re real.” You laughed. “Yellow is her favorite color right?”

“Yes. Like every other little girl.” Tom chuckled.

“She’s not like every other little girl. I love that about her. She’s already her own person and she’s only 4.”

“Yeah. She’s a great kid.” Tom smiled fondly at the thought of her.

“She gets it from her daddy.” You said and took a step closer to him.

“I think it has more to do with the great influence she has at school.” Tom shrugged and took a step towards you.

“Maybe it’s the combination of the two.”

“Maybe. We make a pretty great team.” Tom smiled and pointed between the two of you.

“We do.” You agreed and leaned towards him ever so slowly. Tom leaned in as well but right before your lips could touch, he lost his nerve and pulled away. You looked to the ground in disappointment but quickly filled the silence.

“So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you actually.” You said to him.

“Oh yeah? What’s up?”

“How did Vienna get her name? Was it the city or the song?”

“The song. But specifically the use of the song in the 13 Going on 30 movie. That scene always made me cry. And when I saw her for the first time, I couldn’t imagine naming her anything else.” Tom told you, retelling that’s your for the first time in a long time. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile, almost not believing what he just said.

“What?” Tom wondered when he saw the way you were staring at him.

“Nothing. I just love that movie.”

“You do?”

“Are you kidding? It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. It’s so romantic.” You sighed happily.

“It’s very romantic. But if I went into a closet on my birthday and then missed the next 17 years of my life, I’d be pretty freaked out.”

“Yeah. They never really address that. She’s just exited to have a bigger closet.” You chuckled.

“Honestly, that is pretty exciting. I might give up the next 17 years of my life for a bigger closet.” Tom said and stepped towards you again.

“But think of all the things you’d miss.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He asked with a coy smile.

“You tell me.” You returned the smile and leaned in closer to his face.

“What are you guys doing?” Vienna asked, making you both jump apart.

“Nothing. Let’s do your hair, yeah?” You said quickly. You picked Vienna up and put her in a chair in front of a big mirror. Tom watched with awe as you sprayed her hair with water and began to smooth it back.

“Okay. Let’s start with the basics.” You began. “This is a pony tail. All the hair goes to the back. You can have fun with this. It can be a high pony or a low pony. And it’s great to accessorize with a bow or scrunchie. Here. You try.”

Tom gulped nervously as tried to copy what he just watched you do. It took him a minute, but he eventually formed a pony tail in Vienna’s hair.

“That was good!” You clapped for Tom. He blushed and stepped to the side so you could show him more.

“These are pigtails. Pigtails are two pony tails on either side of the head.” You explained and showed him the hairstyle you just did.

“That’s a lot of tails.” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“You try.” You laughed and stepped to the side. Tom did his best to copy what you had done and ended up with two sloppy pigtails on either side of Vienna’s head.

“Amazing. You’re a natural.” You complimented him. “But now this is the real test. Can you braid?”

“Braid?” Tom gulped.

“Yeah. Like this.” You said and braided Viennas’s hair with ease.

“Darling, I believe those are called plaits.” Tom clicked his tongue at you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmm, sure. Plaits.” You laughed. “Let me show you how to plait.”

“I believe you’re mocking me.” He smiled teasing as he took his daughters hair in his hands.

“Me? Never.” You said sarcastically. “Now, you can have a lot of fun with braids- er - I mean plaits. You can do a pony tail and then a plait, two plaits, French plaits, Dutch plaits. Or my favorite….” You trailed off as you made a Dutch braid that went all the way across Vienna’s head and ended on her shoulder.

“This is how I wore my hair every day as a little girl.” You said as you proudly showed Tom your work.

“Do you like it daddy?” Vienna asked as she admired herself in the mirror.

“I love it. You look beautiful.” Tom smiled at her in the mirror before kissing the top of her head. You carefully undid the braid in Vienna’s hair so that Tom could give it a go.

“Here. You try.”

“Like this?” Tom asked after loosely recreating the braid you had made.

“Almost. May I?” You asked and went to place your hands over his.

“Go ahead.” He nodded as his throat went dry. You smiled and put your hands over his to help him with the braid.

“Perfect. You made a perfect plait.” You smiled proudly at him once the braid was done.

“No. This right here is a braid.” Tom said, making your smile grow. You stared at each other for a minute before you both started to lean in.

“Bun.” You blurted before your lips could touch.

“What?” Tom asked and pulled away.

“Do you know how to do a bun?” You quickly changed the subject to relieve the tension.

“Oh, uh, no.” Tom shook his head and hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt. You showed him how to do a bun without making eye contact with him and eventually get yourself relax.

“I have one last thing to show you.” You told him.

“Oh no. I can’t handle anymore.” He chuckled.

“That’s why this is perfect. One that days when you just can’t be bothered to do a hairstyle, the headband is your best friend.” You said as you handed Tom a yellow headband you had brought.

“This is a boomerang.” Tom said and pointed to it.

“No, actually, it’s not. It’s exactly what I just told you it was.” You laughed and put the headband in Vienna’s hair.

“Boom. Headband.”

“It’s that easy?” Tom’s eyes widened.

“It’s that easy.” You nodded.

“Wow. Her hair hasn’t looked this good since it first came out of her head.” Tom said in disbelief.

“I honestly believe you.”

“Thanks so much. How can I repay you?” Tom asked you while Vienna admired herself in the mirror.

“Please. The pleasure was all mine.” You said and squeezed his shoulder again.

“Can Ms. Y/n stay for dinner? Please daddy?” Vienna asked.

“That’s up to her.” Tom said and looked at you.

“I’d love to.”

You and Vienna cleaned up the hair supplied while Tom got started on dinner. You left Vienna to play in her room before going to help Tom in the kitchen. He put on an old song and twirled you under his arm, making you feel like you were an old married couple. You snuck glances over at him every few seconds as you chopped up some vegetables and brushed against his shoulders every time you had to move past him.

By the time you finished dinner, Vienna’s eyes were shutting every few seconds as she rested her hand on her cheek.

“Come on. I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.” Tom said and picked her up. You followed them in Vienna’s room and stood back as he tucked her into her bed.

“Can I stay up for just five more minutes? Please, daddy?” Vienna asked through a yawn.

“Sure. Just five more.” Tom agreed. You put a hand on his shoulder and stroked your pinky down Vienna’s nose a few times until her eyes shut. Her soft snores soon filled the room so the two of you snuck out and quietly shut the door behind you.

“How did you do that?” Tom asked once you were alone.

“Magic.” You whispered and ran your finger down Tom’s nose the way you had done to Vienna. He blushed a pink all the way to his ears and leaned into your touch.

“I guess I should probably go.” You said softly as you pulled your hand away.

“You don’t have to.” Tom offered, hoping you wouldn’t go.

“I don’t?” You asked and took a step towards him.

“I mean, not to brag, but I do have 13 Going on 30 on DVD.”

“Oh do you now?” You raised an eyebrow.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on Tom’s couch with your head on his shoulder while 13 Going on 30 played. You talked about all the things you couldn’t talk about while Vienna was awake and slowly got to know each other better and better. You looked over at each other every so often to make sure the other was enjoying themselves. The movie ended all too soon and before you knew it, you were standing by his front door again.

“I had a good time tonight.” You told him, feeling like you were a teenager again.

“So did I.” Tom smiled. “Maybe you could swing by tomorrow and show me how to do those French braids again? Or you could just move in and teach me everything. Do you think you could talk to her about her first period while you’re here?”

“She’s 4.” You laughed.

“I know. When do periods start again?” He asked and nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry. You still have a couple years before you have to think about that.” You laughed again and patted his chest.

“I know I do. But I worry now because I won’t have someone like you in a couple years to educate me like you did today. And the Internet can only teach me so much.” Tom said with genuine sadness.

“Who says I won’t be around in a couple years?” You shrugged and took a step towards him.

“Well, the school only goes up to 5 year olds. She’ll be out after next year.”

“That’s true. What are you gonna do about it?” You asked him as you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t know. Do you have an ideas?” He asked and put his pinky under your chin to tilt your face closer to his.

“I’m a teacher. I’m full of ideas.” You replied before leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him.

Vienna was driven to her grandparents the following morning while you hid in Tom’s room, still tangled in his bed sheets. You stared at the drawing of Olaf and Simba with a fond smile until Tom came back.

“Okay. My parents are letting her sleep over at their house tonight. That means you can stay the night again.“ Tom smiled in excitement as he climbed back into the bed with you.

“Do you feel bad that we’re lying to her?” You asked as you moved some hair off of Tom’s forehead.

“I did at first. But somewhere between the first kiss and waking up beside you, I stopped feeling any sort of remorse.” Tom smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Yeah.” You smiled against his lips. “Me too.”

That Monday, Tom carried Vienna to the parent drop off door and couldn’t wait to show you the braids he had done in her hair. You noticed it immediately and gave him a knowing look.

“Hey Vienna. Nice hair.” You said and twirled one of her braids around your finger.

“Thanks Ms. Y/n.” Vienna smiled shyly before going to hug Tom.

“Bye daddy.”

“Bye, honey bee. I love you.” Tom put her down and kissed her cheek a few times before sending her into the school. You casually walked over to him and looked around for anyone who might be looking.

“Hi, Mr. Holland. Do anything fun this weekend?” You asked him with a coy smile. Tom grinned and pulled you by the waist against his body.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” He whispered in your ear before kissing you cheek. You quickly stepped away from each other afterwards so that no other parents would get suspicious but exchanged shy smiles.

“Do you think she knows about us?” Tom whispered and nodded towards Vienna.

“She’s 4. She doesn’t even know how to get dressed by herself.” You assured him.

“Okay. Good. We’ll figure out a time to tell her together, then.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“I like that. Together.” You repeated and fought the urge to kiss him again.

“I’ll see you at parent pick up?” He asked, fighting the same urge that you were.

“See you then.” You winked at him before going inside to your classroom.

“Welcome back, students. I’m glad to see you all returned for another fun filled week. Does anyone want to get up in front of the class and tell us what they did this weekend?” You asked your students once they were all in their seats. Vienna’s hand immediately shot up and you pointed to her.

“Yes, Vienna.” You called on her and she went to the front of the room with a huge smile.

“This weekend, I saw daddy kissing Ms. Y/n. On the mouth!” Vienna told the class with a huge smile. The kids reacted with a mixture of disgust and excitement from the news as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Oh my God.” You whispered.

“I saw them kiss on Friday night when they thought I was sleeping and I thought they would kiss again but then daddy sent me to my grandmas house for the weekend. But when I came home on Sunday, Ms. Y/n’s jacket was still on my couch!” Vienna continued, sending the kids into a frenzy. Some were screaming “ew!” while others ooo’ed and made kissy faces at you.

“Oh my God.” You whispered again and pulled out your phone to text Tom.

“she knows. she 100% knows. we must’ve left her bedroom door open when we kissed. and I left my jacket on your couch”

“oh no 😦 we need to cover our tracks better next time. no more 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 until we know she’s 😴”

“not loving the emoji choice” You chuckled as you texted him. “but agreed. lesson learned”

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hi, your writing is incredible! if you're still taking prompts, how about #29 with the spidey brothers? maybe peter 2 & 3 are watching a scary movie on the couch and peter 1 pops up and screams to scare them, so they yank him over into their laps to exact revenge

29. Tickling the other one

None of the Peters cared much for the horror genre. Their instinct and experience either made them indifferent or wound them up too much to find enjoyment in it. There was terror, blood and violence in the field every day, which meant they were either too desensitized to the sights or reminded of too many real incidents.

That being said, some horror movies out there were a must-see if you claimed to be up-to-date with pop culture. Given that Peter Two and Three wanted to educate themselves on every part of Peter One’s high-speed world, they had finally decided to give it a shot.

They had done everything they could to make it as comfortable (and comforting) an experience as possible—a blanket nest, drinks, snacks, candy, the works. Right now, however, neither of them dared to take a sip or a bite lest they risk choking when the big reveal came. Peter Two had at least gotten as far as picking up one of his cups, while Three had the armrest of the couch in a stranglehold. They could overhear each other’s hearts racing but couldn’t bear to look away from the screen to check in.

The tension was at its peak, the music had faded to complete silence, neither the characters onscreen nor the audience dared to breathe and then—

“Aaaaagh!”

Peter One’s scream was ear-piercingly effective. Peter Three blindly dove to hit the deck, slamming into the coffee table to upend the entire bowl of M&Ms, while Two’s drink spattered in every direction as he sprang onto the far wall.

“Yes, yes!” Peter cackled, gleefully drumming his knees. “Yes! I can’t believe that worked!”

“Peter—!” Two gasped, sagging down the wall and pressing his head into shaky hands. “H-Holy—Hhhh—” Peter Three looked as if he had died on the spot, mouth agape, staring with huge, unblinking eyes at the ceiling. Peter One was kind enough to pause the movie and rewind it back for them even as he kept laughing.

“I thought you were gonna hear me coming! Oh, man, that was everything I could’ve hoped for!” Grinning broadly, he glanced between their stunned faces. “So-o-o…you gonna come and finish the movie or what? This next part’s really good, honestly.”

“Does it involve calling an ambulance?” Peter Two managed hoarsely, clutching his chest as he dragged himself upright and stumbled back to his seat. Peter Three took a little longer, rolling over to crawl toward them in what appeared to be a state of shellshock.

“Aw, don’t be mad, Peter Three! It’s not like this is even the worst we’ve pranked each other! Heh, remember the vegemite?” Peter One pointed out cheerfully, though his smile waned when Three dropped onto the couch without a word or a glance in his direction. “Wait…are you? Three? Y-You’re not actually mad at me, right?”

Three scoffed under his breath, looking away, and Peter softened in concern, leaning on the back of the couch for his attention. “Hey, I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to freak you out so bad—I mean, I did, but it’s not like it could’ve actually been a supervillain or a monster! The tingle would’ve let us know right away if there was any—wha-aah!”

He barely had time to register what had happened before Three wrestled him over the back of the couch. Before he had even fully landed, Peter Two had ahold of his arms and Peter Three his legs.

“You wanna see a monster, bitty bug?” The edge of Three’s grin was a little manic. “I’ll show you a monster!”

“What?! Wait, wait, wa-haha-ait!” From there his protests devolved into helpless snorts and shrieks as Peter Three scratched at the soles of his trapped feet. “Ahahagh! No, no-ho-ho!”

“‘No, no!’” Three echoed tauntingly. “Well, you’re right about that: no help, no mercy, no escape! The tickle monster’s got ya! Try screaming that loud again, I dare you!”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Two grunted. “It hurts those of us with sensitive ears!” That said, he circled a finger around the shell of his ear, twisting a few of Peter’s messy curls in to aid him until he was tossing his head like a wild horse.

“P-Please, that’s the wo-o-orst!” Three was attacking the crook of his knees now, undeterred by his haphazard attempts to kick. “Ahagh! I haha-hate you!”

“Who’s scarier now, Petey? Who’s scary now?!”

“Eep!” Hiccupping feebly, scrunching against Peter Two digging into the side of his neck, Peter One twisted, trying to bury his face in the couch cushions. “You aha-are!”

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it; all I can get is this ringing for some reason! Who’s the winner here?”

“Y-You win, okay-hay, you win! You can sto-hop now, you g-go-hot me back already!”

“Always do, always will,” Peter Three promised, drumming his fingers across his brother’s stomach to wring one last breathless squeal out of him. “Remember that next time you think it’s a good idea to spook a predatory species! The beasts bite back fast!”

#thank you!#i'm glad you like it!#i'm having fun #marvel #spider man #fanfiction #peter parker #peter two #peter three #tom holland #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tickling #tickle fic #fluff #brotherly love #answered ask #anonymous

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎our sweet venice♡︎

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Tom Holland x Actress!reader, Aussie!reader, costars to lovers

Summary: You and Your costar Tom Holland are on Press tour and on one of your first interviews Everyone can’t help but watch two kids fall in love —flufftober day; 14—

Word count: 1.9k

Warning(s): Fluff, mutual pinning, cute puppies, hot accents, I’m not proofreading until I wake up —it’s litteraly 1:40am–, and Language

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— Fact about me I lived in Australia for like two/three years or so

“G’day my names Tom Holland and I play Nate Drake in Uncharted” You stated seriously staring at the camera looking over to Tom before you could break your ‘cover’ with a smile while Tom played along

“My name is Y/n Y/l/n and I play Nairobi Copeland in Uncharted, and Today we’re gonna play with some puppies —the first ones to be back— and attempt to answer your guy’s questions” Tom finally broke out Into a smile turning his head to face you while your mirrored his actions before slapping your hands down on your thighs

"Alright gettin' pretty inpatient lad where are these puppies!" You exclaimed while Tom nodded his head in agreement while throwing small glances in your direction that went unnoticed by you

“Yes, please bring us puppies” Tom requested fondly and if you listened close enough you could hear the little animals scratching at the door

“Are we gonna get them all at on-” Your sentence was cut off by a small gasp as one of the assistant’s carried two puppies in her arm passing one to you and following along with Tom

“Oh hello little fellow” Tom cooed in greeting a high pitched baby voice never faltering as he talked to the young dog softly pinching its cheeks his eyebrows furrowed with a smile permanently plastered on his face

You both cradled the small puppies into your chest before a couple more of the small creatures had approached you two wagging their tails panting softly and wobbling on their four legs

“They’re so tiny aye?” You pouted your bottom lip poking out as one of the puppies yawned against your chest while Tom began sniffing their fur beside you

“Oh they smell so good” You’d chuckled before picking up one of the pups that had ran passed you into your embrace lifting it in the air placing a few kisses on its cheeks before sniffing behind it’s ears before you began to nod along with Tom’s statement

“What was it like filming uncharted”

“It was amazing, it was incredible, it’s a film about expirations so it made sense to us that we needed to be on practical locations you know In Barcelona etc.” Tom had answered by himself while you were distracted by the two puppies who slept in between you leg while you held one in the air under its arms rubbing your noses together

“Y’know i wonder what they think is goin’ on look at that one, you wanna go play go ahead baby. What was your question?” Your attention finally shifted to the interview who had just smiled at you along with Tom who shook his head at your antics

“What was your favorite stunt to film for Uncharted and did you have a stunt devil?”

“My favorite stunt for Uncharted- Oh hello honey go on, was probably when Tom and I had swung from the lights at the Augustine auction house and neither of us had stunt devils in this movie” You’d answered softly playing tug of war with the puppy with the lightest fur out of the bunch with a baby blue and white collar it didn’t take a genius to observe that you and Tom favored it

“What were we talking about!? Favorite stunts there’s a stunt where in the movie- Oh hello, this is a big one he’s gonna be a big dog. I like the stunt where I fall out the back of the plane from getting hit by a car that was a lot of fun” The brunette stated as a matter of factly tickling a pups side in his arms gently

“They are loving your shoes mate” You chuckled pointing while You and Tom stared at the two puppies attempting to teethe at each unnecessarily expensive shoe that rested on Toms feet

“These aren’t my shoes I’m borrowing them so you can do whatever you want to them, come on get in there” You’d giggled at Toms encouraging the little four legged animals to do something the were indeed not supposed to be doing while the brunette looked over at you with a soft smile of his own

“Tom what was your favorite scene to film with Y/n Y/l/n and Y/n what was your favorite scene to film with Tom Holland”

“I have two favorite scenes filmed with Y/n One is when I set out the fake coordinates, and everything expecting her to take it and when Nate wakes up she’s still there, she didn’t betray him and that leads to a very hot make-out session” Tom finished his rant Wiggling his eyebrows while you chuckled nudging his his shoulder with a smile this time no puppies catching his attention as he spoke oh so fondly about you

“My next scene is when Probably when She gives me a run for my damn money In the one fight scene we had. Nate was trying to convince Nairobi to come back into the Plan after Sully had revealed everything about Sam and Sierra, our dead siblings and we had a small ‘little’ fight chairs were thrown, blood was spilled, wine glasses were smashed no biggy” Tom sarcastically finished finally going back to rubbing the puppies who nudged into his side

“My favorite scene with Tom Holland I think is personally underrated, it’s when Nairobi and Nate are stuck under the fountain and the water is filling up and everything and finally when Sully turns the key Nate swims to the top and he realizes like ‘oh shit Nairobi’ he swims back down brings her up to the surface he does cpr in a panic it was just a very fond moment I personally think” You finished a small of smile never leaving your face while you spoke with your hands despite three puppies being tucked into your arms

“These dogs are rippin’ those shoes Mate” You shook your head in moc disbelief watching the little dogs attempt to nibble and gnaw on the shoes that were to strong for their teeth

“I can’t wait to send these shoes back to Christian and be like ‘I’m so sorry’ ”

“It’s quite cute their little teeth can’t get in there, your stylist is gonna be hacked off though”

“Y/n what is something Tom says a lot and Tom what is something Y/n says a lot?”

“I’ve been waiting for a question like this man!” Tom sat up from laying on his stomach while you laughed wholeheartedly

“So sometimes Y/n randomly layers Her accent to the point where you can barely understand what she’s saying” The brunette pointed a finger at you accusingly while you threw your hands up in surrender careful not to wake the two puppies who rested in your lap

“So number one is Mate I think that’s a given i say that a good amount of times myself, Two is snag and I found that so hard to understand the way she through like four different phrases together please show them I’m staring to sound like a crazy person” Tom pouted his arm stretched to the camera to back up his point

“So we were filming and we had about and hour and a half Lunch and Tom was talking to one of our directors and I wanted to mess with him a bit so I walked towards him and I started spazzin’ like ‘Ay Tommy would you like a snag on the Barbie mate?’ And ‘I got absolutely pissed at the outback dude’ And the look on his face was so hilarious” The interviewers behind the camera were beyond amused at the story while Tom nodded his head along

“So continuing Lad and Lass is pretty embedded into her vocabulary, along with init, and for some strange reason people will always ask her to do ‘the thing’ and like she immediately knows and just burst like Cleo naur” Tom stretched while you laughed clutching you stomach at the confusion imbedded on his face

“Just let me catch a breather mate” You held up and finger attempting to calm yourself from bursting fits of laughter

“No matter what the situation is bloody hell will always make its way Into one of Tom’s sentences, Darling every second of the day of course but it’s adorable you could never be mad at it, Tea is pretty stuck into his word vomit, and his odd word is definitely knackered. So it was something going on with our hotel rooms the first like three days of the tour so we just settled with one room double beds, had a sleepover all is well aye? It’s like two in the mornin’ random all I hear is ‘I’m fucking knackered mate!’”

It was Toms turn to laugh while you shook your head reliving the moment one of the moments he missed most actually before scooting closer towards you masking the closure of space with his attention focussed on the puppies that rested in your lap

“What is something you have tried from each other and what we’re your thoughts on it?”

“So I’ve actually have tried a good amount of things coming from Tom like crumpets, chicken tikka masala, and a Fry up I was honestly thought Tommy had gone mad man beans and toast had probably been the oddest thing of my life but I believe I ate everything except maybe the mushrooms”

“Y/n has made me try more snacks than food a bad habit of her but I have to admit darling Vegemite —it’s like this dark spread you eat with toast— was a absolutely awful I do however like everything else she’s given me to try like meat pies, fairy bread, I really enjoyed TimTams, Milo it’s like This chocolate milk and it’s very delightful”

“Alright guys Uncharted is out, please go to the cinema and enjoy it I hope you have a wonderful ride and enjoy the escapism” Tom exclaimed while the puppies ran around and continued to play with one another continuously running in and out of the camera frame

“All of these beautiful puppies that you’ve seen here are adoptable, they are from north shore animal league so find these guys a wonderful home they deserve it” You smiled towards the camera your head leaned up against Toms shoulder while a puppy with a baby blue collar never left your arms using your cardigan as a blanket

“Y/n we can’t lie to the people” Tom over dramatically gasped while you smiled fondly at your slip up you’d made and the man on the side of you antics

“Would you like to tell them?”

“Not thank you darling be my guest”

“So guys, not all of these pups you see here are adoptable. If you watched the video closely you would’ve been able to see that all the pups have collars but none of them tags. Except one” The camera zoomed into the sleeping puppy in your arms the light reflecting of the gold tag

“This.. is our daughter. She is the youngest out of the bunch standing at three and a half weeks old, and her name is Venice ” You finished looking up to Tom to go more in depth about how you both chose her which he did so gladly

You’d finally finished the interview giving your last goodbye to the small puppies left for another home while You and Tom walked out of the building with him cooing over your shoulder at the sleeping baby in your arms You both couldn’t seem to wait to raise your four legged child together climbing up another wall of each other’s perspective

“Our sweet Venice” You sighed loving while Tom smiled at You raising the umbrella in his hand while all three of you walked down the street

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x yn #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem!reader #romance #flufftober #kinktober #fall 2022 #fluff #smut #i love you #fem!reader #thewriterg

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alipal97 · 1 year

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hey could you please do something with Dom Tom Holland and the sub reader has a hand and size fetish and loves toms hands and that he is so much bigger and stronger than her. Tom loves it and it makes him feel really powerful and like her daddy so he makes her suck him off then fucks her silly

Yes I can😊 hope this is what you were asking for. I’m still kinda new to requests but I hope you enjoy!

Pretty Little Necklace

Pairings: Dom!Tom Holland x Sub!reader

Summary: Tom takes you with to his red carpet event but even with everything going on around you you can only focus on his hands and what they would look like wrapped around your throat

Warnings: Dom/sub, hand fetish, public sex, daddy kink, spanking, oral(male receiving), rough sex, after care, swearing, choking

Red carpet events are the worst. Not only because you had to squeeze yourself into a gown and heels for the night, your hair pinned up and some deep red lips framing your overly white smile. No. Your torture came in a different form. Hands. Specifically Tom’s hands.

Maybe it was the new shiny gold band on his finger that matched yours. Or the veins that were just visible as he waved his hands around talking to an interviewer. No matter what the reason was you loved them and you loved how he used them on you. You loved the way he would fix his cuff links as the paparazzi snapped picture after picture, or how he would wave them around as he talked to interviewers and costars. But what you loved most was the way he would wrap his strong digits around your neck cutting off your oxygen supply as he fucked you into the mattress, leaving bruises to cover up in the following days.

The thought alone made your pussy throb and your thighs clench together, the latter not going unnoticed by Tom. His arm became tighter around your waist as he dipped his head, cameras flashing furiously, and whispered in your ear.

“Behave and maybe Daddy will reward you later.” He spoke in a husky tone, his hot breath tickling your neck as he placed a quick kiss to your pulse point. He easily slipped back into the role of Hollywood’s golden boy, smiling at the cameras as you went weak in the knees. You placed a hand on his chest not knowing if you could stand on your own. Tom breezed through the rest of the photos and interviews, all the while you tried to compose yourself, and failed miserably. God you were going to make a fool out of yourself if you didn’t get what you needed.

“Thank you all so much!” He yelled out to the crowd, waving at his fans as he began ti lead you inside. As you walked, the hand on the small of your back drifted lower until it barely grazed your ass. Your breath hitched and your skin flushed from the slight contact.

“I need to use the restroom.” You whispered as you made your way towards the ladies room. You burst through the door, glad to find it empty as you placed your hands on the counter and closed your eyes. You tried to focus on anything but Tom and his glorious hands and how it would feel to have one around your throat and the other down your lacy panties as he curled his fingers inside you.

You were so distracted by the thoughts inside your head you hadn’t even heard the door open before someone shut it and locked it behind them. You hadn’t realized Tom followed you into the bathroom until he was pulling you against him, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other going directly to your throat.

“Look at you, love. What’s got you so bothered? Hmm?” He asked as he raised your head to look at him through the mirror. His eyes had darkened to the point you couldn’t see a hint of his chocolate brown irises. When you didn’t answer he tightened his grip on your throat, causing you to gasp and close your eyes. “Answer me.” He growled in your ear and pressed himself against you harder. You were pleased to feel him already straining against his suit pants.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his in the mirror. “You.” You whispered, your voice dripping with need.

“What about me, darling?” He pushed himself into you again and you sighed in relief from the small amount of friction.

“Your hands.” You gulped, trying to form coherent words through your lusty haze.

“Hmm. Anything else?” He was smirking now. Cocky bastard.

“Your hands.” You repeated before adding, “Your fingers and the way you curl them inside me making me cum all over them before you fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

“Is that what you want? You want me to choke you and fuck you with my fingers until you’re seeing stars?” His hips rutted into you once more and you arched your back pressing your round ass into his crotch. “Oh fuck-“ he closed his eyes for a second his head dropping to your shoulder as the feeling of you against him. In a split second he had you spun around and sinking to your knees as he began to undo his belt. “You’ve been a good girl but you still need to earn it.”

“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” You as him even though it was obvious as he freed himself from his pants, his cock slapping up against his stomach. You looked up at him through your long eyelashes, waiting for an answer.

He growled and grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair back before bending at the waist and placed a bruising kiss to your lips. “You’re going to suck me off and then I’m going to ruin that tight little pussy of yours.” He yanked your head back towards his crotch and waited.

You took his impressive length in your hand running your manicured hand up and down, stroking him before sticking out your tongue and licked a stripe from base to tip. His tip was red and dripping with precum as you took him into your mouth, starting off slow. A sigh escaped Tom’s lips as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you hollowed out your cheeks. His hips rutted forward making you gag around him slightly.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned. He guided your head, working himself into your mouth as he picked up speed. He looked down at you, mouth stuffed with his cock, lip stick smeared and drool running down your chin. You were a sight to behold and he didn’t know how much longer he would last with you looking like you did, sucking his cock like you were. He could feel himself getting close but he refused to finish in your mouth. No, he had other plans for that. He pulled you off of him with a pop and pulled you back up to your feet. He wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes before spinning you around and pressed your front to the hard granite counter.

“Are you wet for me?” Tom asked as he slipped his hands beneath your dress, fingers dipping into your lacy underwear. “Always so responsive.” He groaned as he slid his fingers through your wet folds, his thumb begging to circle your clit. He dipped two large fingers into your center and you gasped, hands gripping the counter in front of you.

“Oh god, Tom.” You moaned out, closing your eyes.

Tom stopped his movements, fingers still knuckle deep inside you. “What’s my name?” He asked threateningly.

You whimpered, trying to move your hips to grind yourself against his hand but the firm grip on your waist stopped you. “Daddy, please.” You whined.

His fingers started their sinful ministrations once again. “That’s my good girl. Are you going to cum on my fingers?” You nodded your head, afraid if you opened your mouth a loud moan would escape and the people outside would hear exactly what was going on inside the bathroom. The knot in your stomach was working itself tighter and tighter and you didn’t know how much longer you would last, but you knew better than to cum without permission.

“Go on, pretty girl. Cum all over my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel.” And with that the band snapped and you were clenching around his fingers, hand covering your own mouth to keep from making too much noise. Tom slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop until he had worked you through your orgasm and your body relaxed.

Tom gave you no time to recover before he hiked your dress up, material bunched up in his fist as he pulled your panties to the side and began to slide his thick head through your folds.

“Please.” You whined, needing him inside you stretching you out.

“Please what, pretty girl?” He asked, a slight sheen of sweat collect on his forehead as he tried to restrain himself. He needed you to answer quickly because he could feel his self control slipping so he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that had you gasping and biting your lip.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You moaned out, loving the friction from his head bumping into your bundle of nerves but it wasn’t enough. “Need you to fuck me and fill me up.”

Tom wasted no time slamming into you stretching you out fully as he bottomed out. A groan slipped past his lips at the feel of your velvety walls pulling him in. He began to move not being able to hold still any longer.

“You’re so tight. Fuck- I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you can’t think straight.” You moaned out at the filthy words leaving his lips.

Tom reached around and began to run fast circles over your bundle of nerves and it wasn’t long before you were once again climbing to another sweet release.

“Are you close? I can feel you gripping me, love.” You could no longer form coherent thoughts or words thanks to his harsh thrusts so you nodded your head and bit your lip to suppress another moan. Tom’s fingers found their way into your hair, gripping the strands and yanked your head back as he continued to pound into you from behind.

“Open your eyes, darling. I want you to watch yourself as you cum around my cock.” Your eyes fluttered open and you took in your reflection. You looked completely fucked out. After all the hours of work spent on hair and makeup you and Tom had managed to ruin it in no less than twenty minutes. Your mascara was smeared, tears running down from the corner of your eyes due to overstimulation, and lipstick was smeared along the corners of your mouth.

Tom increased the pressure on your clit and angled his hips to drive into you even deeper than before. You ran your hands along the counter searching for anything to grip onto. The knot in your lower stomach was growing tighter and tighter and with a few more expert thrusts you were cumming.

“Oh fuck, Tom, FUCK!” You shouted, you were sure that someone has heard you now as the knob to the door begins to jiggle and there is a light knock but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“That’s my good girl. You did so well-fuck- I’m gonna cum.” Tom’s thrusts became sloppy before he buried himself to the hilt and coated your walls with a final moan.

He pulled out and grabbed a paper towel and cleaned you up before pulling your dress back down and placing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. You took the time to fix your hair and makeup and look halfway decent once more as Tom tucked himself away and fixed his suit. “We should probably get back before anyone notices we’re missing.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips and forehead before grabbing your hand and leading you to the door.

Tom unlocked the door and nearly ran straight into Zendaya who’s hand was raised to knock on the door. It took her a second to realize what she was seeing but when she did she rolled her eyes at the two of you.

“Seriously?! I’ve been looking for you two for forever and you’ve been having sex in the bathroom? You guys seriously can’t keep your hands to yourself for a few hours can you?” She scolded the two of you with her arms crossed.

“Sorry, Daya.” You spoke sheepishly, unlike Tom who looked smug, you had the decency to at least act ashamed.

Zendaya’s shoulders dropped and she smiled taking your hand and pulling you back to the bathroom. “Let’s get you fixed up, you’re a mess.”

You turned to look at Tom who gave you a tap on the ass and sent you a sly wink.

“I’ll see you in a bit, darling.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader

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flodaya · 26 days

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flo what are your favorite nwh press moments?💫

ohhh i love a good excuse to rewatch nwh press (I'm crying now), top 10 in no particular order

when they watch the trailer and go "awww" while watching themselves kiss on screen (disgusting)

the thwip moment, i've never seen two people be this horny on main tbh

"the most special part of all this is that i got to meet tom holland" ran so "someone who has beautiful rizz is mr tom holland" could punch me in the face

"wasnt your first date spiderman" was so boyfriend of tom i cant

Z outing herself as the biggest tom holland stan by reciting his decade old interviews word for word

that moment when Z is about to tickle him and he goes "lets hold hands instead" WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE

the entire imdb interview but especially the "it's nanotechnology Zendayer"

them discussing how they both suck at cooking #married

that moment where it took them forever to remember if they did or did not watch X men together recently, never gets old

the leaked interview where Tom calls Z beautiful twice within like a minute and they talk shit about Kristen Dunst lol

#tz #nwh press #ask

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hollandsfavbabe · 1 year

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Popsicle Pairs

pairing: dad!tom holland x mom!reader

synopsis: in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

warnings: super cliché, bathroom talk(toddler training)

word count: 1.3k

masterlist

a/n: based off of that one super cliche imagine if anyone knows what I’m talking about. i can’t find it anywhere on the internet, but trust me, it’s a thing. really i just had to get this out of my drafts ... enjoy!

“MOMMY!” your toddler shouted from the hall bathroom, eager to show you his latest accomplishment. You rushed from your position in the kitchen, leaving the ingredient cupboard open as your son took priority over starting dinner.

It was just three years ago that you and Tom were blessed with your wonderful son, though it felt like only a week. And now as he started to get bigger, you had begun every parent's favorite process when raising a toddler … not. Indeed it was potty training time. Helping your son switch from diapers to undies was a challenge for you two, but with Tom’s optimism and your determination, you were both sure you could do it. The trek had been long, but you were close to completing one hell of an accomplishment.

You took baby steps, starting by rewarding your little boy with soft candy whenever he simply alerted you that needed to go to giving him a treat when he had gone in the actual bathroom, whether he had taken off his diaper or not. Now, bigger steps caused for bigger rewards, so when he started actually using the loo you upgraded his reward to half of a popsicle, his favorite sweet.

When you arrived at the door of the bathroom your son was excited to inform you that he had yet again earned another popsicle half.

“Nice job buddy!” you congratulated before helping him to reach the sink so that he could wash his hands the way you taught him to.

When you were finished you both left for the kitchen, only to be greeted by your husband Tom. He stood outside the bathroom door with a curious expression.

“Did you make it again?” he asked, referring to your son’s triumph. The little boy nodded in reply, jumping up and reaching his hands into the air, gesturing for Tom to pick him up.

“I did it daddy, I did it!” he squealed excitedly.

“Oh I’m so proud!”

“Can I have my popsicle now?” your son asked, eyes widening.

“I don’t know, it’s awfully close to dinner. You’ll have to ask your mother.” Tom replied, looking at you as he waited to hear your decision. Your son turned towards you too, eager to hear what you had to say as if he could burst out of your husband’s arms, quite possibly the definition of jumping out of a seat from excitement. You let out a defeated sigh. You supposed your son could stray from his normal meal plan for one night.

“Sure.” you answered. Your son cheered in Tom’s arms, delighted by your conclusion. “It’s too late to start dinner anyways. I’ll just order a pizza.”

“Yeah, pizza!” your son whooped. You couldn��t help, but giggle at his reaction as you pulled out your phone to order the food. Tom chuckled with you walking off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Let’s choose a flavor while mommy orders. What kind do you want?” Tom asked, opening the fridge as he got close to it.

“Blue! I want blue!” your son demanded and so he was given what he desired.

Tom set him down as he handed over half of a blue popsicle, grinning at his son who was overjoyed by the frozen delight.

“The blue one is my favorite.” your son said, sticking the popsicle in his mouth.

“Oh really,” smiled Tom. “And why is that?”

“It colors my tongue!” exclaimed your son, showing his now blue stained tongue to his father. Tom laughed at the little boy, bending down and tickling his sides the way the boy loved.

“Silly.” grinned Tom and the two both broke into contagious fits of laughter.

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Two empty pizza boxes lay on the kitchen table, the food they once contained now long gone in the digestion process as you and Tom laid your son in his bed, tucking him in before wishing him goodnight. He nestled his head into his pillow and bid you goodnight, ready for sleep. It was when you heard soft snores that you closed the bedroom door gently behind you.

Tom took your hand as you closed your son’s door, leading you away from his room and back into the kitchen where once again he opened the freezer.

“There’s two halves of two different popsicles left over that I doubt he’s gonna miss. Do you want red or blue?” He asked you, having no care which flavor he had himself.

“Red.” you replied, prompting your husband to hand over half of a red popsicle, the wood underneath sticking out the top, untouched by the knife you used to cut it for your son. Tom took a similar looking blue one for himself and together you peeled off the already opened wrapper and started licking them.

Tired of standing, you led Tom to the nearby sofa in the living room, taking a seat on one of the cushions and patting the one beside you for your husband to sit on to which he happily obliged, allowing you to lay on him as you both got comfortable.

“Today was a good day.” you stated mindlessly, almost finished with your popsicle. Tom set down the now bare stick of his and wrapped his hands around your waist as you laid on him, placing feather light kisses to your hairline.

“It was indeed.”

You were finished with your popsicle now, setting the stick on top of Tom’s discarded one, you turned around in his lap to face him, sitting up so that you could better see his features, better admire the structure that made up his heavenly face.

He plucked one of your hands from your lap and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it while grinning at you.

“I love you.” you blurted, the words falling from your lips easily as he showered you in affection.

“I love you too.” He replied, pressing another kiss to your knuckle.

“No way.” you whispered with obvious sarcasm.

“Yes way,” Tom joked right back before moving his other hand to the bone above your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your face as he gazed into your eyes. “Would you care for me to show you just how much I love you?”

You smirked, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yes please,” you nodded.

Tom scanned your smirk and no longer stalled to kiss it away as his lips met yours.

It was slow at first and built as you went along. It wasn’t very long before his tongue was in your mouth forcing a groan out of you.

You wanted to take it further, almost suggesting he carry you to your shared bedroom, but as your son walked into the living room you pushed yourself away from your husband and erased any lewd thoughts from your mind. You swore he had been asleep no more than five minutes ago.

Luckily he hadn’t seen anything and forchabtly for a three year old, smug red faces and crazy hair were not clear indications to him of what had been going on.

“What’s up honey?” you asked, blushing furiously after being nearly caught.

“I did it again!” he cheered with such pride in himself. You smiled, smoothing down some of the strands that were out of place as you stood to usher him out of the room, Tom by your side.

“Good job bud!” your husband praised.

“Can I have another popsicle before bed?” your son asked, ironically also taking notice of the two sticks on the table.

“Did you and daddy have some?” he questioned curiously.

You nodded with Tom, picking up the sticks to throw them in the nearest bin.

“Yep, we did.” you affirmed.

“Oh cool!” your son grinned. “Can I see your colored tongue?”

You shrugged and opened your mouth, Tom doing the same so that your son could see. Instantly the face of your toddler skewed into one of confusion and you felt immediate guilt.

“How’d you get purple tongues if there aren’t purple popsicles?”

You looked at Tom absolutely mortified, catching sight of his purple tongue before he shared your expression.

“Uhhh…”

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