Original Prompt: could you do a dad!tom where it’s basically where the reader and him find out she’s pregnant and some cute things he does whilst she’s pregnant and like telling his family and fans and then when the baby is born, his first bonding moment with the child and then just some cute things after about the baby and tom and reader or something please thank you! [ the baby can be any gender or even twins]
Warnings: fluff, cutesy father!Tom, but imagine Tom with a baby tho
Toward the middle of June, Johnathan Robert Holland was born. (Y/N) couldn’t have been more pleased with the fact that Tom had decided to name his son after both of his grandfathers, after all, that was a much better explanation for their kid to tell people than saying his father was the biggest Spider-Man dork on the planet, but that didn’t keep him from showing up to the birth in the suit.
Tom didn’t miss a beat since (Y/N)’s contractions began two days before their son’s birth. He tracked every decreasing minute between them and rushed her to the hospital despite the fact that it would be another seventeen hours and forty-six minutes before she could even start pushing. (Y/N) had encouraged Tom to visit the kids in hospital between her contractions and prior to the delivery of their child, to which he hesitantly agreed.
Tom had been in the children’s wing with Harry and Sam when his mother called to tell him (Y/N) was ready to have the baby. Immediately, he dropped his phone and started running, his twin brothers trailing far behind him. It was half hour before John entered the world and fifteen minutes before he was presented to his parents. Exhausted, (Y/N) stayed awake hardly long enough to feed Johnathan. Tom refused to leave his fiancé’s side as she slept but for some reason, he was hesitant to hold his son. He had seen and held children before, but the fear or anxieties of holding a child intensifies when he realized that child was his.
John was a small baby at only six and a half pounds and a little over a foot long. Tom smiled at John’s tiny nose and smiled as he looked between the boy’s face and his mothers. He had her nose and already had tufts of her hair color as well. Tom noticed that John had a similar, tiny, pointed chin and wide ears that he had as a baby. Johnathan’s tiny fingers reached out as he lay in the bassinet and a small cry escaped his lips. Immediately, (Y/N)’’s eyes flashed open and her head ached as her eyes adjusted to the light.
“Can you get him please?” (Y/N) grumbled as she unbuttoned the left shoulder of her gown and pulled the nursing blanket over her. Tom rushed toward his son and slowly scooped him in his arms for the first time.
“There, there John,” he cooed and swayed lightly while cradling his son’s head in his arms. Staring down at the baby in his arms, Tom’s heart started to beat faster and harder than ever before as he continued to cry. His small eyes squinted and his tiny mouth wailed until he nestled up to his father’s chest. Slowly, the child’s eyes opened to reveal large brown orbs just as beautiful as the one’s looking down at him. “It’s okay,” Tom cooed again as he lowered himself onto the hospital bed beside (Y/N), “Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s here.”
“Is he hungry?” (Y/N) asked, her voice groggy and eyes drooping closed.
“No,” Tom sighed, “he just wanted to be held.” (Y/N) moved over to make room on the hospital bed and Tom managed to lie down beside her with their son in his arms. “Yeah, that’s you’re Mum,” he said as John’s tiny hands stretched toward (Y/N). “Love,” Tom called while turning his head toward (Y/N)’s.
“What’s wrong? Is he crying?” Every question she had was regarding what she could do for the baby and Tom smiled.
“Johnny’s fine,” he smiled and placed his lips along her sweaty hairline. “I love you so much, (Y/N).” Her lips curled slightly as her head dropped against his shoulder.
“I love you too, Tom,” she sighed as she placed her little finger between her son’s hand feeling his small but strong grip.
Tom couldn’t help his excitement of being a new father and the pride he felt when holding John made him more confident than he had ever been. “Sam, come here and get this!” Tom called for his younger brother. He held John in his arms and stood up proudly displaying his son and his Spider-Man costume. Sam took the photo with Tom’s phone first while the friends and family who had been waiting at the hospital and were now permitted to visit took the opportunity to photograph Tom bonding with his baby.
“Just remember not to post anything,” Harrison warned.
“Fuck it,” Tom huffed as he immediately pressed ‘post’ on Instagram, captioning the photo: Welcome to the family little Holland, Mum and Daddy love you! As soon as he posted the picture, he turned off his phone and smiled. “Now the world knows,” he smiled down at the baby who had started to make small cranky noises. “Let’s get you to your mum.”
Tom had been a father for little over three months before he was forced to return to the spotlight. “Remember he eats at six,” Tom said as he slid his arms into his suit jacket.
“He sucks on my tits when he’s hungry, Tom, I think I know when he eats,” (Y/N) laughed.
“And the Funko Pop Spider-Man plush toy is his favorite,” Tom muttered as his wife dropped his dress shoes onto his lap.
“Of course it is,” she smirked as Tom slid his feet into the spider socks he had hidden (Y/N)’s engagement ring in a year ago.
“Please promise you’ll call before you put Johnny to bed, (Y/N). I want to tell him goodnight,” Tom murmured against his son’s soft head as he leaned over the bassinet by their bed. Immediately Tessa started whimpering.
“Come here, girl, I’ll give you attention,” (Y/N) said as Tessa jumped onto the bed to lick (Y/N)’s face.
“Don’t forget, my parents are only five minutes away if you need anything,” Tom said as (Y/N) shoved his neglected dress shoes into his hands.
“Oh really? I didn’t know they still lived in the exact same place that you grew up,” she smirked as she pushed him toward the bed to put on his shoes.
“Fine, fine, I’m going,” he huffed. “I told Harry and Sam to check on you every hour or so.”
“Tom,” she finally laughed and threw her arms around him. “I love you so much, but you’re overprotective dad side is showing way too much.”
“I know, love, I just don’t want to be away from him for too long,” Tom sighed with a small hint of regret in his voice. “I brought this on us and I don’t want you to feel as though I’m just pawning all of the responsibility of having a child off on you.” (Y/N) smiled and walked toward him, placing her knees on either sides of the outside of his thighs.
“Thomas Stanley Holland,” she sighed into his ear as she kissed his neck. “I love you so much,” she watched his lips curl into a smile at her words, “but if you ever blame and feel like you’re burdening our family, I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to show you how wrong you are.” He placed his lips against hers and held tight to her waist.
“How about giving me another baby?” he suggested with a smirk on his lips as he kissed her warm skin. She smiled at his suggestion, glad that he was enjoying fatherhood despite the fact that it was thrust upon him so young and so abruptly.
“How about you go to your event and we make plans for that when you get home,” she suggested before kissing him and easing off his lap.
“Is that a promise?” he teased.
“I guess you’l find out later,” she smirked. With that, Tom hurriedly kissed his wife and went on his way, eager to get the event over with to return to his family. Upon his arrival, there was an even larger amount of interviewers trying to get his attention than normal and he was swarmed with questions, most regarding his new family. “How did you keep (Y/N)’s pregnancy below the radar for so long?” “How does fatherhood feel?” “Did you only marry (Y/N) because you got her pregnant?” “Will this baby put a stop to your career?”
“Oh wow,” (Y/N) watched her husband answer the slew of questions, their son propped up against her chest staring at his father on the television screen. “Well,” he laughed the little chuckle that he normally saved for awkward situations, “as you know, I accidentally got my wife pregnant before she was my wife, but that had nothing to do with my decision to propose to her. I actually had the ring stored in these socks for months,” he said while flashing his socks from beneath his pant hems. “When she told me she was pregnant, I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to tell her just how ready I was for this: being a husband and a father. I love my wife, (Y/N) more than anything, except maybe our little boy, Johnny. I don’t have any plans for my career ending because of Johnny and (Y/N), but I would miss them terribly.”
“Do you miss them right now?” the interviewer asked.
Tom folded his arms over his chest and smiled as he thought about (Y/N) and Johnathan curled up on the couch together, waiting for him to get home. “If I could I would be in my sweatpants making my beautiful wife (Y/N) a cuppa tea and watching Netflix with Johnny on my chest and (Y/N) in my arms.”
“And if your wife and son were watching right now, what would you want to tell them?” Tom’s smile grew along his face and he swayed, his eyes gleaming toward the camera.
“Daddy loves you, Johnny and he’s hoping you’re behaving for Mum. (Y/N), I love you so much darling and I can’t wait to be home with you.” His voice got caught on his excitement and his already large smile beamed into the camera. “I’m so grateful for all that’s happened that led our lives to play out exactly like this.”
He would pop his stress toy or accidentally break a chair with his hand, but Slug never pushes him farther then that. If he did get pushed over by someone else though like a villain who was killing people or something he might go farther down the rabbit hole. Slug is there to help bring him back though.
So, I haven’t been posting consistently for the past couple of weeks because I’ve been ripping and tearing through the hordes of hell in Bethesda’s new DOOM game, oh and what a fucking game it is!! There are few experiences as emotionally exhilarating as when you are violently blasting through fucking droves of demons while the game serenades you with glorious heavy metal. If you haven’t, please play it!
Recently, I beat the game, and I bought a cute DoomGuy POP Vinyl to add to the toy collection. Please enjoy some of the best doom game tidbits I found on Tumblr. Some of it’s pretty funny!
A = Aftercare Minhyuk is pretty tentative after sex, he’s very big on taking care of you afterwards. Sex isn’t something insane that results in needing extensive aftercare, not vanilla, just not like a circus. So with Minhyuk it’s minimal. Typically it’s just cleaning up and curling up together, tender kisses and pillow talk.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He’s more than aware on how nice his hands are. Minhyuk knows how skilled he is with his digits, and it honestly goes to his head, how easy it is to have you come undone with his fingers alone. Truthfully, it’s more of an ego thing than it genuinely being his favorite, but still.
C = Cum Minhyuk is…slightly possessive and it shows during sex. He’s one that lowkey gets into marking and cumming on you as if he thinks he’s a fckin dog and peeing on a tree. He’s got a fixation on spilling on your lower tummy, where it would have been inside on you, just were he can see you completely fucked out and his seed pooling on your skin.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Being kind of a goof, I can’t imagine Minhyuk hiding too much from you. What little he keeps in the back of his head(which let’s be real, probs won’t stay a secret for long) is probably kink things he wants to play with or that ‘so i may or may not have sat through that salad porn thing but i feel like i should prob keep that fact to myself’
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Minhyuk’s played the game, he knows very well what to do. At the very least, he’s a quick learner, and a skilled man, even if he didn’t have prior experience, he picks up on what to do rather quickly.
F = Favorite position Leaning more to the vanilla side of things, Minhyuk doesn’t get too wild with positions. He tends to stick to missionary or from behind, spooning or you on on top. Spooning or missionary are more of his favorites, he likes the full contact and being able to surround you and have complete access to your entire body.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Unless he’s in a role, Minhyuk is pretty easygoing during sex. He’s one you can expect to get stuck trying to take his pants off, fall off the bed, and end up laughing about it for a solid five minutes before continuing. He’s not purposely a clown in the bed, but he can’t help it. Minhyuk’s definitely more towards the goofy end of the spectrum.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) Minhyuk isn’t a super groom guy. I think he manscapes a bit here and there, but just to keep things neat and in order. And not very often, maybe once or twice a month, if that. It’s not a huge concern of his.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) As goofy as he is, and the things he likes in the bedroom, Minhyuk is fairly intimate. He’s got quite a tender touch regardless of what’s happening, his actions exude affection, and Minhyuk is quite a sweet talker in bed.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) Not gonna lie, I think he’s a little shit that would send you stuff, videos and pictures, when he jerks off. He makes a big show of it, moaning over the top just to fuck with you. And when it’s all said and done, he’ll send you a sweet little text, “I may not be able to get at you right now, but I bet you’ll be thinking about my dick until I see you again. Love you!” kind of shit.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Minhyuk’s got a few things under his belt. Body worship is probably the biggest one. Going both ways, he loves you loving on every part of him just as much as he does you. Regardless of if he’s being a lovey boy during sex, or being Lucifer himself, he’s laying you out and taking his sweet ol’ time with you. No part of you goes untouched and unkissed. Marking isn’t always there but Minhyuk gets in a mood every now and again, and won’t be satisfied until you’re a garden of purple and red flowers. Overstimulation is a light kink. He likes working you up over and over again, just playing out body worship ends up with you cumming at least once. Having your senses so heightened, and twitching at the slightest touch from him, is one thing he loves a lot, but he doesn’t toy with that too much.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) The shower is Minhyuk’s favorite place to play. Usually because he gets to act all innocent, and what was supposed to be just a shower, or a quick clean up (”c’mon babe, save water! i promise to behave…”). Then “turn around, I’ll wash your hair for you.” escalates. “Are you hard?” “I’m sorry.” “No you’re not.” “I know.”
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) I feel like he’d be one that’s easy to turn on? Like a ‘accidental’ brush across his front, or a well placed kiss just behind his ear, and Minhyuk’s absolutely done for.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) While he does get somewhat possessive and is semi dominant, Minhyuk’s not in to the pain things. Light taps on your bottom, sure, but full blown spankings aren’t even something he considers. He’s not a fan of bondage, he quite likes feeling you scratch at his back or squeezing his arms.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) With his liking in body worship, both in giving and receiving, oral plays a huge role in it. Minhyuk has a gifted tongue, and he’s fully aware of that. He’s got no objection to having you a moaning mess around his head just from the wet muscle. When going down on him, he gives you completely control to go at your own pace and do what you want. He almost relishes in you having power over him in that time.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Minhyuk’s one of the guys I describe as a rabbit. He’s pretty eager, and quick most of the times. Setting a fast pace, but usually average strength. He may move quicker than typical, but he’s not going to be beating bruises in to your skin with his hips that is unless you ask for it A steady rhythm, faster pace, but not too strong, gets the job done well.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He’s got sort of a love/hate relationship with quickies. Minhyuk’s not opposed to them, he’d just much rather have proper sex. But he’ll never turn down an opportunity to get his hands on you, even if he’s on a time crunch. So bottom line, not the biggest fan, but quickies do happen more frequently than he’d like, but Minhyuk’s okay with dealing with them, as long as he gets to have you in his arms.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Being fairly private with his sexual relationship, or relationship in general, Minhyuk’s not the biggest risk taker if it’s super risky. If there’s a chance someone can see and know what you’ve done, or actually walk in on you, he’s out of the equation. But things that reside in the bedroom, between you and him alone, he’s usually game. Positions, role plays, toys you want to bring in, he’s usually pretty open to it as long as it’s in private.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Minhyuk’s stamina passes the average just a little bit. Not enough to be considered abnormal, but enough to notice in during sex. One round is the top, most of the time, though. But he’s usually able to last longer than average; he can last anywhere from ten minutes to twenty or longer if he plays his cards right.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Most toys aren’t going to show up in the bedroom. The only thing Minhyuk plays around with is things that vibrate, that make you squirm in a whole new way. The toys don’t pop up consistently, often enough for fun and games, but they’re not something that’s always part of sex.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Being a fan of overstimulation, Minhyuk teases every now and again. Usually, unless he’s playing with making you cum multiple times to make you sensative, he’s not a huge tease. He’s playful, sure, but over the top teasing isn’t really his style. It’s nice and all, but he’d rather get to the fun stuff, instead of teasing you, and himself, in the process.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s pretty vocal in the bedroom, Minhyuk doesn’t hold back his moans. And he certainly doesn’t keep his voice down when he’s letting filth spill from his pretty lips, either. Minhyuk’s kind of private with his sex life, but he’s not going to silence himself when he’s with you. If someone hears, they hear. Oh well.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Minhyuk is pretty consistent in the bedroom. It’s not boring, don’t get it twisted, but you know what to expect when you get to the bed with him, you feel? Well, being the self aware man, he knows and decides to completely change one night, spontaneous outburst of sexy times. Being the typical fun guy, sex is pretty lighthearted and chill, he floods the room with a sense of power as he dominates you into next week.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Minhyuk is another one that’s more motion in the ocean, rather than showing. He’s fairly average, 5-5.2″ in length. More slender in size, he’s not the girthiest of guys. It’s not going to be a banana in a cheerio situation.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) He’s one that I think would be more hands on. Maybe not always horny, but he’s really touchy feely in an affectionate way. He’s always got a hold on something; your hand, waist, etc. Minhyuk’s right in the middle of the spectrum, he’s got a pretty average drive, nothing insanely out of the norm.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Minhyuk doesn’t wear out too easily just from sex, so he usually doesn’t crash soon afterwards. Typically it’s just some chill cuddle sessions, and pillow talk and maybe a little cat nap, but unless it’s just bedtime, he’s not a quick sleeper. Minhyuk’s just really relaxed after sex, not sleepy.
Here’s my little contribute for the NSFW Yuri Week. I hope you like it! Feel free to use it for inspiration. As always: Thank you @victuri-oh-nice for listening to me :3
In the years where Yuri had the chance of get better acquainted to Otabek, they talked via skype about so many things: movies, tv-series, games, music.. pretty much all argument that an eighteen and an twenty years old persons could discuss. If we have to use a very old-fashioned way to put it, they discussed all sorts of boy stuff things. Well, except one.
“Do you have an asian kink?” “Say what?” “…I’m sorry, Yura. That was a lil bit out of place.” “If you… find me boring you could just tell me, instead of screwing with me.” “Nah, I don’t find your babbling about Potya that boring.” “Did you just said babbling?” “I said thrilling tales. Your thrilling tales about Potya” “Yeah sure… Then why you asked me about that. I mean, the kink stuff?” “Ah… Nothing, really. A friend linked to me a NSFW blog with "few kazakh hot babes” pictures, that’s what he said. And I suddenly realized that I never asked you sexual related stuff, that’s all.“ ”…So do you have an asian kink. Perv.“ "I am asian, Yura.” “Whatever. Come on, show me.” “What?” “Don’t play innocent. The NSFW blog!” “So do you have an asian kink.” “Just curious.” “Suuure. Here’s the link.”
Yuri already knowed that blog. He scrolled down the page just for checking at the latest update: just dripping wet asian girls with big boobs. Boring, so fucking boring.
“Woah! That’s THE shit! Look at that enormous boobs! That pussy! Such a big ass!” “You don’t like it.” “Oh. It was that obvious?” “You’re easy to read. So, what’s your type?” “…Definitely not this one.” “Then, which one?” “…You won’t laugh at me, right?” “ I won’t laugh at you.” “Because if you do that, we’re through. Got it?” “If you send me two humping furries, let me just said that it was a pleasure to meet you.” “I’m not that creep! Geez.. what the fuck is wrong with you, seriously…”
Yuri sended to Otabek a link. The blog turned to be a collection of pictures and gifs about the same girl, but Otabek’s attention got caught from the very first gif. The face wasn’t showed entirely in any of them, all he could see was her lips: soft and pink, always wetted from that flicked, almost serpentine tongue wrapped around the base of a smooth dildo. The view definitely caught his sight, and he scrolled down for more. In the next one which was from the same scene, her short baby blonde hair tickled softly the cheek stuffed from the sex toy, who popped out from her lips with a trickle of spit that she licked out with a smile, and with that the framing enlargerd on her quite exposed, but not completely naked body. She was still wearing a green cream lace bra with a single lowered shoulder, Otabek felt his raging boner twitching with interest at the clear view of the little nubbin from the small and flat breast. The panties was also still on, but in the third and last gif she turned her back to the camera and bended to remove them, giving to Otabek a view of her rear. He considered placing his lips on the left cheek, nibbling at it for testing the consistency while reaching the soft indent in the middle, and then flicking his tongue and dipping it down, all the way down, filling the space that ridiculous dildo was having with his hard, way more big and smooth dick, tickling her cheeks with the hair of his trim and making that cheeks bouncing for real, feeling that beautiful angel and soiling her acerbic body for real, inside and outside her skin, watching the dripping mess between her legs with a satisfied smirk. Yep, he considered all of this just in one minute, before Yuri’s voice bringed him in the boring and cold reality.
“Oi. Are you listening or not?” “…Yeah?” “Then fucking answer to me!” “Ah, sorry about that. I was… Uuh, looking.” “I’m aware of that, but I would bet that Skype was crushed or something. You looked like a creepy statue! You didn’t even seems to breathe! What the fuck?” “You’re sending me porn, and you call me a creep. Ouch, my feelings.” “… So what do you think?” “You mean about your type of chick, or the blog?” “Both of them. Name’s Ravishing Russian. And she did live cam streaming, sometimes. She did only solo’s. And anal, only anal.” “You’re sure? Send me the link. Anyway, looking at her ass makes me think that we’re getting closer to a world with no more war.” “..Do you liked what you saw?” “Yeah, I never expected that you had such fine tastes.” “She… looks kinda cute to you?” “She looks top class fuckable to me.”
Yuri blushed at his words, but since his mind wa still taken from the gifs that he saw, Otabek didn’t paid too much attention at that. He smiled bashfully, rising a single blonde eyebrow.
“Here’s the link . Today is friday, right?” “You’re right.” “Well, consider yourself lucky, friday night it’s her live stream day.” “You mean we’re lucky, since we don’t have practice in saturday and we’re free to knee-deep in lube all night with Miss… Ravishing.” “..Yup.” “Well, I think that’s it Yura. Let’s call it a day. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” “Ah, Beka…!” “Yeah?” “…Do you liked also the thing that she was wearing?” “Sure. Green suits blondes and cute little boobs just fine. It’s my favorite.” “…Maybe she’s gonna wear it again tonight, who knows.” “My manhood hope so. Well, goodnight Yura. Thanks for the links.” “Yeah, sleep tight.”
In the second that he dropped th call, Yuri, who was lying on the bed, leaped to his feet on the bed and started jumping and screaming a series of incoherent chants for himself. But he stopped when he seemed to realize something, and he almost tripped into his pillow for hopping off the bed and running to open a certain drawer from his wardrobe.
“Shit! …Please, let it be clean! Tell me that I washed it after last time…!”
He looked at the green cream lace lingerie between his hands with a soft smile on his face, feeling that tension that was almost killing him before melting away, becoming excitement. Being watched by strangers was nothing compared to this, to the idea that he was going to watching and desire him all night long. He licked his lips, picturing his salty taste on the tip of his tongue.