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Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him.

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long?

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink.

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs. They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students.

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!”

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on.

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers.

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin.

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence.

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could.

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight.

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey.

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner.

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

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lokiforever · 11 months

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New teachers at school!!!

Chapter 8

Some information about Tessa Grace :

~Maths professor

~Dramatic asshole

~Seems to be holding a personal grudge against the reader and her best friend

~Dumbass

~Does yoga and stuff...

~Unmarried

( Sorry guys, here's a little change, the reader and her best friend are in college ; about to graduate in a few months. And JK teaches them history. Tom teaches English. Sorry again for the late change)

Tom : Mr. Will you will be doing the lines of Juliet's father and Miss Y/L/N, you will be doing the role of Juliet.

Wait what?! You looked at your best friend who was smirking, looking at you. You stood up. Mouthing 'me' in professor Hiddleston's direction to which he nodded.

He assigned a few more roles and called all the students playing the roles in front where he was standing.

All of you delivered your dialogues which he kept explaining time to time.

*Towards the end of the class *

Professor H. : Thank you very much for your cooperation, dear students. You all may go to your seats now .

You give him a smile and nod and return to your seat.

Y/B/F/N : Oh dear! You did so well! You should take part in the plays.

Y/N : Ehehehe! Thanks!

Professor H. : That's all for today. Class dismiss.

All of the students head towards the door. You and your best friend were waiting for them to go first as there were too many students at the door.

Professor H. : Uhhh..... Miss Y/L/N?

Y/N : Yes, professor...

Professor H. : A word, please.

Y/N : Sure

Y/N *to y/b/f/n; whispering * : I'll meet you in the library.

Y/B/F/N : Of course, take your time.

You go toward professor Hiddleston's table.

Professor H. : How are you feeling now?

Y/N : Perfectly fine, thanks!

Professor H. : That's great to hear. So, if I remember correctly, you don't have a class till before the break..

Y/N : That's right.

Professor H. : Good! Do you have to complete any work or something?

Y/N : No...but I was going to meet professor Downey.

Professor H. : Oh, that's fine. I'll be waiting for you in my office.

Y/N : Sure. See you in 15 minutes. Byee!!

Professor H. : Cya. Bye!!

You head towards the library first to tell Y/B/F/N that you will be with professor Hiddleston.

You found her sitting on one of the tables and went to her.

Y/N : Hey!

Y/B/F/N : Hii!!

Y/N : Y/B/F/N, I'll be with Professor Hiddleston till the lunch break...

Y/B/F/N : Sure, why n-

Professor Jk : Finally! Miss Carter here you are!

Y/B/F/N : Morning, professor!

Y/N : Good morning, professor!

Professor Jk : Good morning! Umm... Miss Carter since you don't have any class before the lunch break I would like to request your presence in my office.

Y/B/F/N : Sure!

Professor Jk : I'll be waiting, byee

Y/B/F/N : Bye, professor.

He turns around and goes towards his office.

Y/N : I think you were saying something about professor Hiddleston calling me..

You say with a playful smirk.

Y/B/F/N : Ugh! You really like teasing me don't you?!

Y/N : Oh, I looove it!!!! It's my favorite hobby, you know?!!

You both laugh

Y/N : Let's go! Our professors would be waiting. And I can assure you it's not just grading and school stuff for why Mr. Jungkook called you.

Y/B/F/N : Shut upppppp !

You both start laughing.

Y/N : * laughing* Let's go

Y/B/F/N was still laughing so she just nodded.

Y/N : Byee 👋🏻See you in the break

Y/B/F/N : Cya ! byeee 👋🏻

You were going to professor Downey's office first

Knock Knock

You knocked on professor Downey's office door.

Professor Downey : Come in!

Y/N : Mornin', professor!!

Professor Downey : Ahh, Y/N! Morning, please have a seat.

Y/N : Thank you.

Professor Downey : So, how was your first lesson with Mrs Grace?

Y/N : It was....awful, tbh!

Professor Downey : Aww, why ?

Y/N : She talked to me and Y/B/F/N as if we were her arch nemesis. She did a wrong solution so I told her that it is not correct. Then she said, "Why don't you come and solve it if you're so smart?"

Professor Downey : Please tell me you solved it!

Y/N : I did!

Professor Downey : Amazing! That's why you're my favourite!

He said enthusiastically.

Y/N : Ehehehe, thanks!

Professor Downey : What did she say when you solved it?

Y/N : She said, " It is.......correct. Nice. Now go back to your seat." like she was forced to say that.

Professor Downey : That's unfair! She should praise my smart student!!!

Y/N :Thank you very much, professor.

Professor Downey :Before I go I have to tell you something.

He told you.

Y/N : Really?! Thank you so much, Professor Downey. I am highly obliged. I'll be forever grateful to you.

Professor Downey : You don't need to thank me. It's my responsibility.

Your eyes were teary.

Professor Downey : Hey, hey...It's okay, kid! Don't cry............. Here have some water.

He got up and passed you a water bottle from the mini fridge in his office. You took a sip.

Y/N : You and professor Grace are two completely different poles.

Professor Downey : *chuckles * I'm honored.

You check the time.

Y/N : OMG! I'm so sorry, professor but I really have to go. Professor Hiddleston called me in his office earlier. I told him that I will be there after meeting you.

Professor Downey : Ok.

Y/N : Bye Bye and always remember that we all will miss you. A lot.

Professor Downey : I will miss you all too. Byee.

You headed towards Tom's office and knocked on his office door.

Tom : Come in.

Y/N : Heyy

Tom : Hiii *smiles*

Y/N : I'm sorry for being late....

Tom : Oh, no.. it's fine.

You smile.

Tom : Come, have a seat.

Y/N : Thanks

You sit on the chair on the opposite side of his table.

Tom : So.......what happened?

Y/N : Nothing....why?

Tom : You were a little upset after the announcement and in the beginning of the class...

Of course. The lack of sparkle in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by him.

Y/N : Umm....that....... I and professor Downey are like really close.....almost like friends ..... I'll miss him...

Tom : Awww.....it's okay, dear. I hope you like your new substitute teacher.

Y/N : Trust me, she's awful.

Tom : And why is that?

You tell him the whole thing.

Tom : That's rude. But it will be fine soon, I promise. She will also start liking you.

'Also?....... Shut up, Y/N! He's talking about liking as a student! ' You mentally scolded yourself.

Y/N : Thanks, lets hope for the best. Should we start the work?

Tom : Only if you're okay.

Y/N *chuckles* : I'm fine, Tom.

You both started the work and it was almost done when someone knocked on the door.

Tom : Come in

He sighed when he saw Charlotte Brown and he didn't bother to put on a smile. Your back was facing the door so you looked back seeing Tom's irritated reaction. Your reaction was quite similar, you rolled your eyes and focused on completing the work.

Tom : What brings you here, miss Brown?

Charlotte : I had to ask something related to the assignment.

It was not just a query. It was a query found after a dumb reason just for the sake of meeting Tom." Such a whore." you thought while you finished the last paper. Ten minutes before the break.

Y/N : Umm...professor?

Tom : Yes, miss Y/L/N..

Y/N : The grading is done so if you may allow, can I go?

Tom : Sure!

Y/N : Thanks, byee!

Tom : Byee, cya.

He smiles at you which immediately vanishes as soon as he sees Charlotte again . You smile back and go towards the cafeteria to wait for Y/B/F/N and sit on a couch.

*Meanwhile in Tom's office *

She asked her question. And Tom answered it.

Tom : It was extremely easy and I'm pretty sure you already knew the answer to it.

He said. Annoyed. To which she huffed.

Charlotte : Perhaps you could tell me someway to earn 'extra credit'?

She said leaning on his table a little.

Ugh!

Tom : You can talk to miss Y/L/N, my teaching assistant for it. I guess helping the janitor would do.

He said plainly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Tom : If your 'questions' are over, please leave.

She huffed, turning on her heels and leaving the office.

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An hour before, Mr Jungkook's office....

Y/B/F/N and Jungkook were doing some work.

Jungkook : Ummm........Y/B/F/N?

She looked up at him and hummed.

Jk : Ummm.... I know it's... forbidden but.....I wanted to ....uhh...ask you if you......wanted to be my......ummmm... girlfriend ?.....

She smiled brightly looking at her extremely nervous professor.

Y/B/F/N : YES!!!

She said excitedly.

Jk : Really?!!.... I mean, that's great!

They kissed.

Jk : Would you like to come to my place for dinner?

Y/B/F/N : I would love to!

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Present - Y/N is in the cafeteria.

You were sitting on one of the couches in the cafeteria waiting for your best friend.

There she comes. She was grinning ear to ear.

Y/B/F/N : Hey!

Y/N : Hi!! Sit, and tell me what so great happened!

She blushed then told you everything.

Y/B/F/N :...........and I said yes!

You gasped audibly.

Y/N : Whoa! That is.........amazing!!! So, now you are his girlfriend who will have dinner with her boyfriend at his place?

Y/B/F/N :Mmhmm! That's right!

Y/N : Awesome! By the way, have you noticed that Tom looks so good in long hairs.

She chuckled.

Y/B/F/N : Sure, why not?

Y/N : Come onnnn !!! Don't you think professor hiddleston looks damn attractive and amazingly handsome?!!!!

Tom : Really?!

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homeofthelonelywriter · 1 month

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Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. - discontinued

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.Imagine working on the set of Avengers and instantly crushing on Tom Hiddleston. You are devastated when you find out your BFF Taylor is now dating him.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

Back to the Master-Masterlist

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

RULES

IN All MY FICS THE READER USES SHE/HER PRONOUNS

JOHNNY DEPP

INSTAGRAM AU

Johnny Depp Instagram au #1

Johnny Depp social media au#2

Johnny Depp Instagram au #3

Johnny Depp Instagram au #4

HEADCANON

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

But he's me

summary:Johnny gets jealous when you say Captain Jack Sparrow is maybe a better kisser than him

Mine. Only mine

(SMUT)

summary: when one editor of your upcomming erotica novel is being overly flirtatious with you, it makes Johnny fuck you in the washroom

Unconditionally || Johnny Depp X plus!size!reader

summary: Johnny x reader with an age gap?

Meant to be || Johnny Depp x model!reader

summary: when model!reader is sad that Johnny can't come to her show at the Carrousel du Louvre, her gang and Johnny has a way to cheer her up

To be with you

(SMUT)

summary: They used to be best friends, but they lost touch after he married, mostly because his wife didn’t want him to be near her and reader didn’t like her either (she saw her true colours but knew Johnny wouldn’t listen). After his divorce he tries to find her and resume their friendship, although both of them are deeply in love with each other, neither of them act on it (she especially because she’s very different from the women he usually dates). One night, he appears in front of her door and they catch up, and passionate love ensues

Hair Love

summary: imagine having tough luck with your hair but fortunately, Johnny's there to rescue

Lifeline

summary: when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him

Yellow

summary: Johnny had a nightmare :(

Baths and Care

summary: you help Johnny rewind after a hard day by running him a bath :)

Surprise puppies

summary: your dog, Daisy, is unexpectedly pregnant.

(?) Johnny Depp

(SMUT)

summary: dominate smut where they go multiple rounds

KEANU REEVES

Take care of you

summary: you're on your period and Keanu's there to help you through it

Pregnancy Hormones || husband!Keanu Reeves x pregnant!wife!reader

summary: your hormones are acting up

Prom Date || Tommy Warneki x reader

FLYING/DREAM TO BELIEVE (1986)

summary: even if your bullies, Leah and Stacy, try to ruin your prom night with Tommy, they can't cuz Tommy's here :)

JOHN WICK

Midnight Love

summary: when John keeps on comparing you to Helen, you burst

OSCAR ISAAC

ONE-SHOTS

Professor, please || professor!Oscar x student!reader

(SMUT)

summary: when your history professor sees you're falling behind in classes he has a way to punish you

Familia • husband!dad!Oscar x wife!mother!reader

summary: your husband and your six months old daughter crashes your meet and greet with a surprise visit during your tour :>

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

INSTAGRAM AU

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #1

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #2

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #3

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #4

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #5

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #6

HEADCANON

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

Birdhouse

summary: you and Timmy make a birdhouse together

Hope you're happy, but don't be happier

summary: Timothée did what you thought he'd never do. He cheated.

Movies and Cuddle nights

summary: Timmy being clingy after reader comes home from a day out with Saorise and Zendaya

No scars to your beautiful • Timothée x chubby/plus size reader

summary: after a dinner with your family made you eat lesser and lesser. Timothée being the protective and supportive boyfriend he is, he has to take the matter in his own hands.

Notice me

summary: fic based on the song Notice me by ROLEMODEL and BENEE

Flower Fields

summary: Timmy takes you to a flower field where you make him a flower crown

TOM HIDDLESTON

INSTAGRAM AU

Tom Hiddleston Instagram au #1

HEADCANONS

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

Happy birthday, my love

(SMUT)

summary: you give Tom a bj on his birthday

Stuffie Shopping || daddy!Tom X little!reader

(dd/lg themes)

summary: daddy!Tom takes you to buy some new stuffies

Cuddles please

summary: a very tired Tom needs his daily dose of cuddles from his darling girl

Our dreams • Tom x wife!pregnant!reader

summary: your dreams of having little Tom's and you's running around, are coming to be

The Night We Met

summary: the night we met. Quite literally.

Christmas trees

summary: you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get

Christmas carols

summary: Tom sings carols to see a smile on your lips

Pets can help!

summary: your two canine friends help you and Tom make up after your break up

Funfairs

summary: you both went to a funfair and had fun. Honestly that's all I could sum up

THOMAS BRODIE-SANGSTER

INSTAGRAM AU

Thomas Brodie-Sangster Instagram au #1

Fc: Demet Ozdemir

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tim-hoe-wan · 2 years

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Best superhero/villain casting in your opinion? Doesn’t matter if it’s Marvel or DC.

Won’t comment on the DC tv series cause I don’t watch them. Only listing the casting which I think or can’t imagine anyone else pulling off the role just as well.

Christopher Reeves - Superman

Michael Keaton - Batman

Hugh Jackman - Wolverin

RDJ - Iron Man

Sir Patrick Stewart - Professor X

Ryan Reynolds - Deadpool

Michael Fassbender - Magneto

William Dafoe - Green Goblin

Alfred Molina - Doc Oc

Chadwick Boseman - Black Panther

JK Simmons - J Jonah Jameson

Dafne Keen - X-23

Dan Stevens - David Haller

Aubrey Plaza - Shadow King

Michael B Jordan - Kilmonger

Paul Rudd - Ant-man

Tom Hiddleston - Loki

Elizabeth Olsen - Scarlet Witch

Charlie Cox - Daredevil

Vincent D’Onofrio - Kingpin

Kevin Bacon - Sebastian Shaw

Evan Peters - Quicksilver

Josh Brolin - Thanos

Anthony Starr - Homelander

Margot Robbie - Harley Quinn

Lauren Ridloff - Makkari

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allxthingsxglxtter · 6 months

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Look who just woke up- is that TOM HIDDLESTON? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s NIKOLA TESLA from THE SANCTUARY. I heard he is 155 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT, ELECTRICITY SPARKING AT HIS FINGERTIPS, LAST OF HIS KIND, MAJOR ABANDONMENT ISSUES, ATTEMPTS TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD WHEN LEFT ALONE impression. In Sydney, they work as a PROFESSOR. They’re known to be quite DETERMINED AND CHARMING but have a tendency to be ARROGANT AND SELFISH on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns :

He/Him

How long have they been in Sydney :

Nikola's been in Sydney little over a year.

Which suburb do they live in?

He has an apartment in

Personality description (in your own words) :

Nikola comes across as an arrogant shit most of the time. He always believes he's the smartest person in any room, and is ready with passive-aggressive as well as sometimes direct insults. Most of this behavior is to keep everyone at an arms length, not willing to get close to people as he feels abandoned by the only people he did allow himself to get close to. He desperately needs people to look at him, to appreciate his genius, and when those he cared about ignored that he tended to lash out by scheming to take over the world. Mostly out of the thought he could make it better, but also because he knew it was the easiest way to guarantee he could get attention from his "friends" (it's a loose term for him at this point.). Nikola is very lonely, and anticipates that everyone will abandon him. So why bother letting anyone close enough to hurt him.

Memories of their real life :

Tesla admittedly doesn't have many memories of his early life, his father a priest and his mother a house wife, though he does know that he got his inventive spirit from her. He had five siblings, and his family helped push him through school, but beyond that it's all faded into his very long memory.

He would say that the most important part of his life began when he was studying at Oxford and finally found like-minded, brilliant people. James Watson, Nigel Griffin, John Druitt, and Helen Magnus. He hadn't ever really had close friends, much less people he could grudgingly admit were nearly as smart as he was, and they were inseparable. It wasn't long before feelings got entangled in things, but Tesla was honestly surprised to find that the less-than-platonic feelings he had for every member of their group was shared, and from there the attachment just got more intimate. He loved these people, in every sense of the word, and couldn't imagine leading a life without any of them in it.

Their research involved supernatural beings, and Helen discovered original vampire blood from a species that had died out centuries ago. They had ruled the world for centuries, enslaving humanity but introducing lasting peace and technological advancements to the world that weren't seen since, and the chance to experiement with their blood was thrilling to Nikola. Over the course of their experiments each of them was injected with the source blood, and it awakened unique abilities in each member of the Five. To his surprise, the blood awakened his own Vampire gene in his blood, making Tesla himself a vampire with the power to channel electricity. He was proud of this development, and honestly thrilled at the prospect of being immortal, but each of them was affected differently, and unbeknownst to them all it affected one of them in more nefarious ways than the rest.

The dynamic of their group started to change when Druitt proposed to Helen, Nikola not understanding why that was necessary at all and felt it complicated their entanglement with the Five. But he still loved all of them, and just tried to ignore it and move forward, occasionally helping Watson as he tried tracking down the infamous Jack the Ripper that had shown up in the streets of London. The tension about the murders only increased with each death, and then the unthinkable came out. John Druitt was Jack the Ripper, the source blood making him bloodthirsty and ruthless in ways he hadn't been before, and he'd kept it a secret form all of them. The betrayal tore them all apart, and despite Tesla's best efforts, the Five separated, the friendship and intimate relationships falling apart. Nikola found himself alone, and that heartbreak turned to bitterness in him. It made him harder, his arrogance becoming a shield against everyone else, and he devoted himself to his own projects.

His devotion to his work was quick to turn to obsession, and the constant loneliness he felt turned him to the idea of trying to resurrect the vampire race. Things hadn't been terrible when they were in charge, and being left on his own so long really did end up making him a little crazy. So Tesla started his own experiments, wanting to take over the world with his own vampire brethren. And when Helen would occasionally show up in his life to stop him and his schemes, that just made it better. He missed her, and all of the others, even if their relationships had broken down horrifically over time and Nikola knew they all barely tolerated him anymore.

However, he did end up helping Helen and her Sanctuary's from time to time. Providing innovations or inventions that would assist in their work to protect abnormals. And when one of his electrical shocks to Druitt happened to make him less bloodthirsty and insane, Tesla was able to see him again, even if it was for the same short moments he was able to see the others of the five who still lived over a century later.

(There is more, and one day I will add the rest...I will avoid potential spoilers. But he remembers more.)

What was their fake life like :

TBD

Location they work in:

He works as a physics professor at the University of Sydney and can also be hired for consulting.

Quote:

"Which part of "I am a genius" aren't you getting?"

#Life sucks and then you don't die: Nikola Tesla #thebridge: intro

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smolvenger · 2 months

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In A World of Boys, He's a Gentleman (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Reader blurb)

Summary: Collapsing into tears after a hellish week, your professor boyfriend confesses he loves you.

Warnings: cursing, some work problems (I may have used some of my irl experiences in here, oops) Reader liking Romantasy books, but other than that, some hurt/comfort and lots of fluff!

A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous if Reader is a student or not, so that is personally up to you. From @holdmytesseract's request for the birthday blurbs! Thanks for your patience!

Word Count: >2K

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

If the past week was purgatory, then today was utter hell.

Everything in your life was driving you so busy, you felt both stasis and panic at once. You got so distracted that you would zone out on your phone closing and reopening the same apps for hours. Then at work, people were driving you up a wall. Because you were a good employee who had to get things done in the order and way they trained you or else…less got done. The impossibility of productivity crept on you. Minutes became hours. You had to argue with someone in a conversation that should have been four minutes but lasted eight because she would not shut up, kept repeating the same things over and over, would rarely let you speak and when you did, never replied or added onto your responses. On top of that, your body decided that the buttcrack dawn of morning when it was still dark was a good time to be awake. And impossible to drift back to sleep even when you took cold medicine. Which then made you exhausted at work.

Thank god for your professor boyfriend.

He was your light in the midst of all this. You had dated for some time, and even the sight of him putting on glasses in a nice suit as he headed off ofr work still made you tingly inside. He would leave you little gifts at your place- flower bouquets, cupcakes, and the like. You were at a point where you didn’t have to have romantic dates all the time. You were now just in his place. Just hanging out. Simple as that.

You could be quiet and not interact every second. As cats parallel played you could just be in comfortable silence together. Especially when it came reading- for you had something of a silent book club. You both turned off your phones and would sit devouring book after book.

He was a Literature professor, so it was in his nature. It seemed though sometimes he was never off the clock! He even challenged you- it was one thing that drew you to daring him. He was smart enough- he respected you as an intelligent being in your own right but was able to have questions and discussions. It was the academia in him. It made you grow into wanting to be a better person for him…and he for you.

Though today, your stress, anxiety, and semi insomnia was creeping up on you. You sat on the brown chair and he on his sofa. There was the same book in your hands. He was already rubbing a finger over his lips, pressing his glasses close. Enchanted by the spell words made. It was a well-reviewed piece of literature that won awards and was featured on the official lists of esteemed journals. He recommended this title to you and you were both reading it.

As you sat with your own copy that he leant you, you cracked open the stiff spine from it’s newness and began to read…

You were spacing out on the first chapter. It was dense, poetic, and beautiful….but you had no idea what the heck was going on.

After a few more pages, it was starting to get sad.

What was it with these books? And it was not cheery- Was high literature just sad things happening like people having affairs on their wives or committing abuse or doing drugs or going to war or just being awful with no repercussions?

With a sigh, you reached into your bag and pulled out a different book- an escapist, spicy romantasy that all the girls on social media were losing their minds over. You replaced the high literature book, setting it down quietly, and opened it. Tom was so engrossed in the book he didn’t notice. You didn’t want him to notice.

You found this time you were understanding the words in front of you. And you found yourself drawn. Was it the best piece of literature to be studied in a professors class in the future? Hell no. But you were here for a good time, not a long time. And not to study human nature deeply, but to be in a different world, where you had a different name, a different look, and different problems, but far more magical and exciting than everything crashing down in your dull, grey reality. One where your clothes were beautiful with corsets and fine fabric instead of just jeans. One where you would have a sword with a name then a smartphone that sucked all of your free time. One where you could be a princess, a queen, an assassin, a fae lady, a vampire, a pirate, a goddess, a duchess… anything other than plain old you in a plain old life at a plain old job.

Tom looked up. He then eyed over your cover and back at you.

You looked up at him and grimaced. Then you shoved the book back into your bag.

“Please! Don’t judge me!” you cried.

“Why would I judge you?” he asked.

You gestured over to the book in his hands.

“I’m reading this silly trash book and you have all of your fine literature!” you cried.

He set his own copy down, but his blue eyes softened.

“My dear…Is something up?” he asked.

He knew you well enough he could tell the signs.

“Yes, my day was hell! It was this and this and this and…I try to handle it but..I’m overwhelmed so I can’t…I really can’t…I’m not even smart enough to read this book, because I try and try but I just can’t understand this stuff and I can’t get into it, like you…I’m an idiot…”

You burst into tears, and he came over, hugging and kissing your head in little pecks.

“No…darling, no…” he murmured.

You leaned into his arms. You found yourself vneting and complaining the suffering long inside you.

“I know…I’m a mess…” you sobbed out. “And there was a lady at work who’s a bitch, and my job is so hard, and I can’t sleep at night…it’s just…I wish I could be smarter, nicer, better for you Tom, but…”

“How do you take tea?” he asked.

Looking up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve and answered him.

He made it for you the way you liked. It was the prettiest mug- white with bluebell flowers painted on it. And returned with it. You sipped at it, it was perfect in it’s flavor and so warm, you felt it melt inside you. You placed both hands around it- science said it was like receiving a hug. Feeling the warmth inside and outside as you looked up at him.

He scooted himself to be close, a gentle smile on his face and one of his large, beautiful hands rubbing your forearm in comfort.

“I know I’m a mess.” you said.

“I like you as a mess.”

You began to blink at him.

“No, I…but I’m…I’m trying, but I just…I know I complain and I read trashy books and I call people bitches and all that, you can say it, Tom. It’s the truth,” you replied.

“Set your drink down,” he requested.

You complied.

He cupped your face. A gasp aired itself in your throat.

“My dear, you are perfect as you are. A mess, broken, crying…and I want nothing else than to be with you.” he confessed.

You nearly dropped your jaw.

“That’s…a…you’re saying that…”

“Well…I…yes, I never thought I’d run into someone like you, who’d change everything. Why should I care if you feel upset sometimes like every human being or what you read to make you happy or that things aren’t always wonderful…I…I love you….there, I said it.”

Love. The little word that changed everything. And it was the first time he said it. It was…unspoken. Something you both felt for the long months you dated, but never confirmed. And here it was, materialized and as present as the furniture and mugs and books, for it was just as real.

“I love you too, Tom.”

You embraced him tight, and he embraced back. He then pressed his forehead to yours, squeezing hands.

He then let go, looking down at your mug.

“Here…your tea will get cold…” he said, offering the drink back to you.

“And…my book….” you murmured.

“Oh, I have no problems with you reading it with me! If it’s that good, I’ll make you another cup of tea and get us some biscuits as well! Then you must tell me all about it!” He gave a little laugh. “Who knows, I may even try it myself someday!”

Smiling with him, you gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then, you settled into cuddling him, sipping your tea and enjoying both of your books in a moment of pure bliss.

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lokiforever · 1 year

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New teachers at school!!!!

Chapter 5

Jøss!! Jeg kan fortsatt ikke tro at jeg skriver en ekte fanfic! 😂❤️❤️❤️Anyways, nyt!

You guys had breakfast and talked.....

*After the breakfast *

Tom : So.... what are your plans for today?

Y/N : Nothing much, I'll just watch some movies, I guess.... What about you?

Tom : I have to some grading and after that maybe some dusting...

Y/N : I can help you with the grading! After all I'm your teaching assistant.

Tom : Oh, it's fine. Thank you so much!

Y/N : Come on, this is something I can do to help you though it's nothing compared to your help yesterday.

Tom : It was nothing out of the ordinary, dear. Plus, it's my responsibility as your friend and professor.

Y/N : It's truly a blessing to have you as my professor and friend.

Tom : I'm really honored.

Y/N : Now, I am going to garde the papers with you and you will not say no.

Tom : *chuckles * Ok, ok fine!

Tom lifts both of his hands up in mock surrender. You giggle.

Tom : Do you want to sit here in the living room or in my office for the grading?

Y/N : I'm good both ways. You choose.

Tom : Let's sit in the living room then. We sit in my office almost everyday although not in my home one but, you know an office is an office.

You both laughed.

Tom : I have an idea!! What about, I show you around the house first then we'll start grading.

Y/N : Hmmm.... Sounds amazing!

You say with a chuckle.

Tom : Mmhmm.

Beep Beep

Your phone rang.

Y/N : Please excuse me for a moment.

Tom : Sure, take your time!

"Heyyyy" you said. "Hiii!!! I just got home. I thought you were staying at home today?" said your best friend. "Yeah I was, but there was a slight change in plans.... I'm with Tom for the grading and all." " Oh.. so early?" " Now that's a completely different story I'll tell you about it in detail when I get back." you promised. " Ok and good luckkkk" Y/B/F/N said in a playful way. You could almost feel her wiggling her eyebrows. You both giggled. " Byeeeee have fuuunnn" " Byeeeee I'll be back by the evening" you told her. " That's great!!! I have something to tell you!" your best friend said cheerfully. " Can't wait!!! Byee" "Bye bye".

You went back to the living room.

Y/N : Sorry, it was Y/B/F/N.

Tom : It's completely fine. Now let's start, shall we?

Tom said ( start with the house tour not grading) . When you guys were halfway done you saw a library. No wonder, it was big as he loooooved reading. He also had a hidden home theater which you absolutely loved.

Y/N : Wow! A secret home theater, that's amazing, Tom!

Tom : Thank you so much, Y/N. Maybe you would like to watch a movie with me someday whether in the home theater or the actual one?

Wait a minute...........is he asking you out? Nah, maybe it's because of his sweet nature. He just wants to you to watch a movie with him cuz you're his friend....

Right???

Y/N : I would love to!

Tom : Awesome!! Next weekend?

Y/N : Ummm.... Yeah sure!

Tom : Done! Now you have to choose where..

Y/N : Here in your home theater...... Only If you're okay with it!

Tom : Ya sure, I'm good!

Y/N : Ok! I think we should start with the grading now..

Tom : Mmhmm, we should! Let's go!

After that you guys graded the sheets until you got tired and eventually dozed off on the couch.

Tom : I guess he deserves - * he turned his head to look at you, only to find out that you have already dozed off. He chuckled*

When you were 90% asleep you felt Tom standing up. After a minute you felt a blanket being draped over you. He is so cute!!!

After 25 - 30 minutes

Y/N : Stay away from me!!!!! Don't you dare touch me!!!

You wake up, screaming with panted breaths and a layer of sweat over your body. Tom came running towards you, he went to the kitchen to make lunch for you two..

Tom : Hey, hey calm down! Take a deep breath. It was just a nightmare, it's over.

You just nod as your breaths were too heavy to let you say anything. Tom stands up and gets you water.

Tom : Here have some water.

Y/N : Thank you...

You drink the water. After a minute you calm down.

Tom : Do you want to talk about it?

Y/N : It's my horrible nightmares again..

Tom : Again? Do you get those often?

Y/N : Almost

Tom : Well, if you want to talk about it, I'm here, but it's completely fine if you don't!

Y/N : Maybe some other day

Tom : As you wish!

Y/N : Let's continue this grading.

Tom : I already completed it!

Y/N : Really?! How long did I sleep?

Tom : 25 minutes?

Y/N : You completed the grading in 25 minutes?!!!

Tom : Nah, 20...

Y/N : You have a great speed!

Tom : hehe thanks, it's just experience and plus you already helped me do more than half of them barely five to ten sheets were left.

Y/N : Then too...

Tom : Anyways, I was planning on making lasagna for lunch, I hope you are ok with it..

Y/N : I love it, it's one of my favorites!!

Tom : That's amazing!!

Y/N : I'll help you!

Tom :It's fine, I can-

Y/N : I am coming to help you!

Tom : Ok;alright ;fine

You both giggled.

After that you guys started cooking......

Tom : Here taste it!

He gave you a spoonful. And guess what??? He fed you himself cuz you were cutting some veggies for the salad and both of your hands were engaged....

Y/N : Mmmm it's perfect!!!!

Tom : Eheheh

After a few more minutes a loose strand of your hair was coming on your face again and again and it was irritating you and as your hands were occupied, you couldn't really remove it so you just shook your head. Tom saw you struggling and removed it from your face.

Y/N : Thank you so much!

Tom : Ingen fare!!!

(Tom : No problem)

After all sweet little things you guys finally finished cooking.

Tom : La oss begynne å spise!!

( Tom : Let's start eating)

Y/N : Oh, you know Norwegian language as well?? That's amazing!

Tom : Thank you, dear

Y/N : Can I ask you a question...

Tom : Sure, go ahead!

Y/N : How many languages can you speak?

Tom : Ummm......9,but I'm still learning a few...

Y/N : What?!!! 9 languages!!!!????!!!!? I can speak a few but definitely not nine !!

Tom *chuckles *: Mmhmm!

Y/N : Don't you think that it's quite a lot for a single person?!

Tom : Yes.................Maybe

Y/N : 'Maybe' ?!

Tom starts laughing... Hard! Head tossed back with one hand on his stomach. He was looking soooooooo cute!!!!!!! You also started laughing.

( A/N : For the people who know me irl; they know that once I start laughing it's really hard to stop! 😂😂😂)

Tom : Oh Lord!! Hehehe. Let's start eating, the food is getting cold.

Y/N : Hmm..

You take a bite

Y/N : Mmmm it's sooo delicious!!!!! Tom you're such a good cook!!!!

Tom : Merci beaucoup! Je suis honoré

Y/N : Would you please like to translate it cuz you are the one who knows 9 languages not me!

Tom *chuckles*: Thank you so much! I'm honored!!!

Y/N : You're very welcome!

30 minutes after you and Tom finished eating...

Y/N : I guess I should get going now Y/B/F/N must be waiting for me...

Tom : Already??!

Y/N : I really had an amazing time but I have to go!!

Tom : Ok.....

Y/N : Byeee

Tom : Bye Bye and don't forget the movie!!

Y/N : How can I?!

You chuckle and so does Tom.

Tom : I'll drop you

Y/N : It's fine, I'll order a cab

Tom : Please, I insist!!

Y/N : Fine!

Then he drops you off, you guys say your final goodbyes and then he leaves.

*In your apartment *

Y/N :I'm home!!

Y/B/F/N : Oh, hey Y/N!

Y/N : Hiii!!!

You look around and find out that she was definitely searching for something to wear as all of the clothes in her wardrobe were dismantled.

Y/N : What in the nine realms are you doing?!!

Y/B/F/N : I can't find anything to wear!!

Y/N : Are you going somewhere?

Y/B/F/N : Yup for a movie!

Y/N : Alone?

Y/B/F/N: Nope!

Y/N : Then???

Y/B/F/N : With......

Y/N : Professor Jungkook?!!!!

Y/B/F/N:Exactly!!!!!

Y/N : He asked you out??!!!

*********************

🤞🏻💚💚💚💚💚🤞🏻

#professor hiddleston #professor hiddleston x reader #Tom hiddleston #Tom hiddleston x reader #Tom hiddleston x yn #Tom hiddleston x reader imagine

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stjarnaloki · 2 years

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literature and lust (professor hiddleston)

AO3 here

hi my loves happy Valentine's Day! a completely self-indulgent Professor Hiddleston fantasy for you to celebrate <3 remember that Valentine's Day is actually a manufactured capitalist holiday and nothing matters!! happy horny dreams

Summary: Professor Hiddleston hates Valentine's Day. But he sure as hell doesn't hate you. He can't resist inviting you over as he grades your exam. The only catch? He gets to punish you for every question you get wrong.

Tags: 18+ only, minors DNI, smut, bdsm, cockwarming, spanking, dom! hiddleston and sub. reader, degradation kink, begging, pain kink, breeding kink, "slut", dirty talk, aftercare, slightly whumpy, corny ending, probably typos

Your fingers hovered over your open text messages, shaking slightly. You’d spent the last two hours in your steaming bathroom, shaving every crevice of your body bare and blow-drying your hair until it fell in a shiny curtain around your shoulders. Glitter shone on your eyelids in the pale lamplight, a delicate pink dusting of blush all over your cheeks and nose.

No, it wasn’t girls’ night out. It was, unfortunately, Valentine’s Day. And the fate of your evening rested on the success of the text you were about to send.

Your stomach was in knots as you obsessed over it. Staring at every word for typos until your eyeballs hurt, trying to picture the reaction of the man on the other end of the phone.

Enough. Fuck it. You hit send.

You: Hello Professor, I was wondering if you were okay? You just seemed very stressed today in class and I wanted to know if I could do anything?

A few seconds passed before the three little dots popped up, then disappeared again. You smirked. He was never one to keep you waiting.

Prof. H: Why would you ask me that?

Oh, god. You tried to remind yourself he liked being coarse with you. It was part of his act. But still, you couldn’t help a little thrill of fear as it shot down your spine. You had already crossed so many lines. What if he changed his mind? With shaking thumbs, you tapped out a response.

You: Only because I’ve made you feel better in the past.

Prof. H: I’m about to grade your exam. Choose your next words carefully.

You: Wait for me?

The three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. You waited, scarcely breathing. Then, finally-

Prof. H: You have 20 minutes. Wear a skirt.

Your shoes were already on, purse string around your shoulders. The invitation was like a shot from a gun, the way you sprung into action.

You thought this bliss was too good to happen again and god, you were so happy to be wrong. Two weeks had passed since you’d last been bent over his desk, crying out his name as he found places inside of you that you didn’t know existed until you met him.

You were so sore the next morning that you had to lower yourself gingerly into the hard lecture seat with your arms. He’d watched you over the rims of his glasses as he tapped away on his laptop, the tiniest trace of a smirk gracing his lips as you hid the results of his work in plain sight.

It was wrong. So deliciously wrong. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And now, you had twenty minutes to cross town and knock three times on his expensive apartment door.

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Your steadying breath as you knocked did little to help your nerves. You felt your stomach do a backflip as the door creaked open, revealing the tall, brooding figure that haunted your wet dreams. Professor Hiddleston considered the flush in your cheeks, the red on the tip of your nose from the cold city air before he spoke in a clipped tone.

“Come in, darling,” he said. “You know I don’t like to wait.”

He turned, his broad shoulders leading you through the door and down the hallway towards his office.

He stopped at his drink cart, where six different glass decanters shone elegantly. Each held a different kind of whiskey that you were sure cost more than you made in a week.

His fingers drummed on the cap as he considered one, then unstoppered it with a nod. He poured two deep glasses, not bothering to ask if you wanted one. He handed it to you, a sly smile on his lips.

“To your GPA, my darling,” he said as he clinked your glass with his.

Your brows knitted in concern as you took a long drag from your glass. You had learned it was easier to drink it quickly.

“Should I be worried?” you said meekly, suppressing a cough from the burning liquid. He considered you, loving how you seemed to quiver under his gaze.

“Not if you behave,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Come.”

He put a hand on the back of your shoulder and led you down the rest of the hallway. The elegance of the office matched his demeanor perfectly. Sharp, polished, timeless. Bookshelves lined the walls, and you were sure from the way he taught your English class that he had read every single one. He took your empty glass from you and placed it on top of the crackling fireplace before he spoke.

“So,” you cleared your throat from where you perched on the sofa. He looked up at you, eyebrows raised in attention. “What had you in such a bad mood today, Professor?”

“Ah. Ha ha,” he chuckled with no humor. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just not a fan of, erm, Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied, slowly. You knew little about his personal life, except that he liked a rough fuck and that he’d been divorced a few times. His terseness made sense now.

“Bad memories?” you squeaked cautiously.

He looked at you seriously, then back down at his shoes.

“I guess you could say that.”

His leather loafers were loud on the wooden floors as he slowly approached you, withdrawing his veiny hands from his pockets.

“But darling, you're not here to talk about that shit, are you?” he said in a low, sultry voice. “You’re here to be fucked senseless.”

His hands caressed your waist as he backed you into the wall. As your eyes shut, his hands explored your body, his huge palms covering an entire breast, gripping your forearms, squeezing the curve of your ass as he shimmied your skirt up.

He made a noise in his throat when his finger met no barriers. “No panties,” he said slowly. You met his gaze with equal intensity, as if to say what about it?

“What an overachieving slut,” he snarled, his thumb making its first contact with your clit. Your head fell back, a deep moan escaping up your neck as pleasure radiated from where his fingertip circled. But the pleasure was brief. He stopped after just a few pulses, his lips inches from where yours craned to taste him.

“Your grade determines how good you feel tonight, my darling. Do you understand?”

You nodded once. Pleased, the professor removed his finger from between your legs as you whimpered.

“Good. Now, come warm my cock while I mark your exam.”

He strode over to his desk chair with his hands in his dress pant pockets, like he was oblivious to the floods gushing between your legs at his command. Brown trousers, with a white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled neatly at his elbows.

He sat down in his plush leather chair, his thick thighs spreading wide as a comfortable seat. His hands rubbed over and over his thighs as you approached, a gesture that looked casual but you knew meant he was ferociously horny. You stood in front of him, trembling, his dexterous hands unzipping his pants and freeing his semi-hard cock. Then he spun you around and flipped your skirt up, your bare ass facing him.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath as he drew you closer to him. He growled in his throat as he took your ass in both hands, caressing and squeezing deep fingermarks in the plump skin.

He slapped you a few times, gentle in comparison to what you knew was coming, each time making you bite your lip in pain and pleasure. It only took a few pumps of his hand against your ass until his cock was straining.

“Sit,” he commanded. You turned around instantly and straddled him, one hand grasping his cock to guide it towards your dripping folds, the other bracing yourself against his firm shoulder. It was a tight squeeze without his fingers to warm up your cunt and you winced a little at the sudden thickness. The pain of him stretching you was temporary, you told yourself, and you sank deeper, whimpering with every centimeter that it disappeared inside you.

Tom moved his hips a little, exhaling in impatient encouragement. His cock slipped deeper inside of you a little too quickly with his movement, causing you to cry out.

“Shit…” you hissed between your teeth. “You’re so big, Professor,” you whimpered.

“I know.” He sounded bored.

His lack of enthusiasm at your tight cunt had you in shambles. You needed his praise, you needed him to show you that your pussy was his favorite. Nearly crying out in desperation, you wiggled your hips a little more, urging your body to loosen up enough to take him to the hilt. With a gasp of pleasure from you, the rest of his length disappeared inside you, and your thighs finally settled on his lap.

“MMmmffuckkk….” you groaned at the delicious full sensation in your lower belly.

You watched his expression carefully for any sign of pleasure. To your delight, Professor Hiddleston was unable to suppress the scrunch that passed over his eyebrows the moment your cunt unexpectedly clenched around his entire length. Sure, the man could keep his mouth shut when he wanted to. But that fleeting moment of pleasure that passed over his expression was like an electric current propelling you forward. You needed more. You wanted to please him so badly. You would do whatever it takes to hear him moan your name.

“Hm. I didn’t think you’d be able to take it raw,” he remarked in such an easygoing tone, he could have been talking about the weather. “You’re more of a slut than I thought.”

You moaned and you pitched forward into his shoulder, unable to resist grinding your hips up and down where his cock impaled you.

His hands flew to your waist in warning and gripped you with bruising fingertips, pushing you away from where your lips caressed his neck. The pain only made you moan louder.

He tsked. “You are always so needy.”

Embarrassment flushed your chest in crimson red.

“I’m s-sorry, Professor.”

“I have work to do. You’re not to move. Do you understand?” he said lowly.

“Mmmm…” you whimpered, your head falling back as his cock twitched inside of you.

Professor Hiddleston spanked you, hard on the ass.

“I asked if you understood,” his tone was even and cool, despite the fact that his punishing palm had caused your cunt to tighten briefly around him. You marveled at his self-control, both infuriating and compelling. He was a challenge to conquer.

“Yes…yes…yes, Professor…” your words were babble. “I understand. I’ll be good. I will show you.”

“We’ll see.” Professor Hiddleston replied shrewdly and picked up his pen, opening the cover of the exam with your name on it. He rolled the office chair closer to the desk, the movement producing a small thrust inside you that made you bite your own thumb to stay quiet.

The minutes felt like hours as you sat wedged with your professor inside you, dripping down his trousers. The only sound was the crackling fireplace and the scratch of his pen on paper as he checked off answers.

“First page is all correct. Smart girl.” Professor Hiddleston said softly, completely unfazed by the tightening of your cunt that happened every time he moved his arm. You rubbed your eyes in

desperation. The exam was nearly 100 questions.

The first admonishment came on the third page. The professor’s pen suddenly scratched a large “x” instead of a check and he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Oh, dear. You mixed up Act I and II in Hamlet, darling.” The professor removed his hand from your exam and lifted your skirt with the other, smacking a wide palm on your ass that rippled up your thigh. You muttered a sharp curse at the punishment.

He rubbed the stinging mark chastely, returning his hand to flip the page.

“I know, darling, I’m sorry,” his voice slightly condescending. “You know the rules. You fail to pay attention in my class, you will be punished.”

At his sharp tone, your cunt had gushed around his cock. Warmth was spreading on his trousers underneath you, soiling his front. You were so desperate to please him.

“You’re being awfully quiet for someone as wet as you,” he remarked, scratching a few notes in the margins of your exam. “Perhaps you’re an obedient little slut after all.”

His teasing was excruciating. You wanted to cry out his name, dig your nails into his shoulders and ride his cock until you collapsed.

“Ah. Another lapse in memory, my dear,” he murmured as he scratched out one of your short response questions. “No, see, Hamlet doesn’t kill Claudius because of Horatio, he chooses not to because he thinks that he will go to heaven. That was explicitly in my notes. Did you not listen?”

“I know, I know,” you whined. “Give it a rest, please, I-I was sick the week we did Act II.”

His response was instantaneous. Your professor flipped your skirt up and spanked you hard enough that tears formed in your eyes. In quick succession, he delivered two more hard smacks until your breath came in a choked sob.

“That was for your sass,” he spat. “You know better.”

Your skin tingled with the bruises that were already forming, and you had to clench your fists to stay quiet. You remembered the first time you discovered that pain turned you on beyond belief, recalling how every one of your failed boyfriends had been too scared, too timid to push you to your limits. Tom wasn’t.

Staying still and quiet was torture. By the seventh page of the exam, you’d received two more spanks for getting questions wrong. Through your cock-drunk haze, you were calculating your grade. It wasn’t so bad, so far.

“I can feel you tightening around me,” the professor said in warning after the second spank. “You’re not going to be greedy now, are you, my little whore?”

“N-no,” you panted, shivering at the tightness in your belly. It was amazing how close you could get with so little friction. The tiny twitches of his cock against your cervix were enough to send ripples down your spine. You were sure he could feel this, too. Every time you squeezed around him, he tapped his pen a little faster on the desk. You did this for fun a few times, bearing down on him for the thrill of seeing him react, no matter how small a response.

Finally, three more spanks later, he folded the front cover back over your exam.

“93, darling,” he sighed. “A minus. I must say I expected better.”

You whined and pitched forward in disappointment, only to be caught by his strong forearm. His hand ripped your shirt off over your head in one swift movement, your breasts perched in a pink lacy bra you’d picked out especially for him.

“Did you wear this for me, sweet girl?” Tom mused as he leaned back in his squashy chair, cupping one breast and running his thumb over the lace. This new position shifted his cock inside you and you had to suppress a moan as it pushed against your stomach.

You only nodded in response, feeling a bit foolish now.

“So eager to please me, hmm?” he murmured, squeezing harder.

“Y-yes, Professor,” you stammered, your head falling.

One finger lifted your chin back up to his face.

“Do you think you deserve to come on your professor’s cock tonight?” he murmured.

Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly. You knew the right response, but it wasn’t what you wanted to say at all.

“N-no, I d-don’t deserve it,” you whimpered, shivering.

“That’s right,” he crooned, trailing his hands down to grip your ass, spreading you wider where you sat on his cock. “I demand perfection in my class.”

You bit your lip to suppress a sob. His scorn was making your pussy clench unbearably hard around him.

“But,” he said softly, “I suppose I’m not entirely a villain. You’ve been sitting here so nicely, so wet for me.”

Your wide-eyed gaze met his and you reached for him, desperate for any chance to prove yourself.

“Why don’t you beg for this cock like the slut you are?” he growled as his fingers found your throat.

“Please, Professor,” you panted. “I can’t take this anymore. I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm…” he considered you as he bit his fingertip. “I don’t believe you.”

“Mmmmm….” You whined. It was too much to handle.

“Unless…” he stroked your hair again. “Unless you don’t want it at all?”

“Please, daddy…” you cried out. “I don’t deserve it, I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll do anything for you, please, please just fuck me, I’m begging you, please, daddy, j-just fuck me, fuck me like you want to, like I’m just your dirty little whore. Use me until you fill me with your c-c-cum, please, daddy, please, please…” your pants were desperate and raw.

“Fuck…babygirl,”

Your blinked in confusion, unsure you had heard him correctly. Tom was looking at you with lust flaring in his eyes that was unlike anything you’d ever seen. It was primal, the way he locked eyes with you and began to move his hips achingly slow. His facade dropped, any trace of composure gone with the word “daddy” on your lips. “Say it again. Tell me what you are to daddy,” he growled.

“I-I’m your little c-cumslut,” you cried, the slow movements of his hips making your voice shake. The teasing of the last hour had already gotten you so close, the pulses radiating from your g-spot becoming rhythmic around his cock. Still, you persisted, the thrill of succeeding in cracking him giving you the strength to keep going.

“Y-you can use m-me however you w-want,” you panted, trying to steady your voice through his increasing thrusts.

“Good girl,” he groaned approvingly.

Your desperate hips began to move in tandem with his, deepening his thrusts until your hips rolled in time with his cock, wet, unholy noises escaping from your dripping pussy. You felt so utterly full, his thick cock moving inside of you, just where it belonged.

“That’s a good girl, fuck, taking my cock like a good little slut,” he said, breathless.

“Yes, daddy,” you panted. “This pussy is all for you.”

“Oh-,” he gasped. The twitching you felt inside of you told you he was close, and the way his hands reached around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

“Be-fuck-be a good girl -ah- and come on daddy’s cock,” he groaned into your breasts. His hand found your long hair that trailed down your back and pulled, hard.

“Oh, yes-” you cried. You began to see white spots, the pain from his grip sending you hurtling over a cliff. The only thing you knew was the pounding of his cock growing faster and faster, desperation with every snap of his hips, the tightening sensation in your core unbearable.

“Come like a good girl, that’s it-oh…” Skin slapping on skin. You were crying out for him, your moans interrupted with every thrust.

“Fffu-huck…I’m coming…” your breath hitched as your climax took over. The world dissolved, replaced with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. You convulsed around his cock, squeezing him in rhythmic pulses that felt like little electric shocks to his sensitive head. You knew your tight grip on him was too much by the way his fingers grabbed your waist, pushing you down as far as you could take him as his final, sloppy thrusts pummeled your insides.

“Mmm-oh, fuck,” he moaned in a low voice. His brows were knitted together in anguished pleasure as he felt you come around him, his hips slowing until they shuddered with his own orgasm.

You arched your back as he filled you with his hot come, your core pulling his release deeper inside. This, this was exactly what you wanted to achieve. Your professor was conquered. Unraveling together, your panting breaths intermingling as his cock sputtered within you.

Your body was jelly as you collapsed against his chest, breathing unsteadily and your vision spinning around you.

Tom was still holding you deep on his cock, locking his seed inside of you. His hands shook slightly on your hips from overstimulation.

“Jesus, fuck-” he breathed into your hair. “You were such a good girl.”

He sounded far away, and your sweaty hands clutched his arms a little harder. You squeezed your eyes closed, willing the room to stop spinning. This was so embarrassing. You scolded yourself for being too nervous to eat dinner.

“Woahwoah-hey,” worry replaced lust in Tom’s voice when you didn’t respond. “Darling, are you alright?”

In one movement, Tom picked you up, removing his drenched cock from you and laying you on the couch in the corner of his office. He tucked himself quickly back into his pants and knelt beside you, concern crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Hey, talk to me, darling,” he whispered as he stroked your cheek. “You’re pale. Was I too rough?” he sounded distraught.

“No, no, no,” you moaned, your hands flying to rub your eyes in embarrassment. “I just-whew-” The bookshelves spun as you tried to sit up.

“Shh..sh..sh…lie back, love, it’s all right,” Tom crooned.

“This usually doesn’t happen, I swear,” you stammered, trying to save face.

“Hush, darling, I’m sorry. I took far too long teasing you,” he started.

“No!” your eyes snapped to his, smiling in slight annoyance. “That was the best part,” you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillows. “It’s my fault. I was too nervous to eat before I left.”

Understanding dawned on your professor. The corner of his mouth quirked.

“I see. I’ll be right back.”

With a pat to the couch cushions, he strode confidently out of the room. You heard his footsteps echo down the hallway, and you hoped to God that he wasn’t calling you a cab, or worse calling the dean to drop you from his class.

When he returned a few minutes later, the opposite turned out to be true. He had a self-satisfied smile on his lips as he carried in a bouquet of flowers and an elaborate gold box with a bright red bow.

“Sit tight, darling, I’ll fix this,” he said, setting the flowers by your side and untying the red ribbon.

You watched him, bewildered.

At your confused expression, he chuckled. “They’re for you.”

“Tom, I thought you hated Valentine’s Day.”

“Don’t mind that,” Tom said, bringing a piece of chocolate to your lips. “Open your mouth.”

You obeyed. Your teeth broke the shell of the chocolate delicately, the gooey-sweet center spilling over onto your lips and all over his fingertips. .

“Good…” Tom hummed. He stopped your hand from wiping your bottom lip, instead bending down and meeting your lips with his tongue, swirling the sticky-sweetness away with his kiss.

“Mm..” you moaned at the touch of his lips. He broke away with a little nip to your bottom lip, smiling devilishly. He then finished the chocolate you’d bitten, sucking the caramel off his thumb as he pierced you with his blue eyes.

The sugar perked you up almost instantly. The room stopped spinning and you reached for another one, which Tom happily placed on your tongue with his mouth.

“Thank you,” you told him bashfully once you could sit up.

“You did so good for me, darling,” he said softly, stroking the damp hairs on your forehead. “Such a good girl. No one’s ever made me come like that.”

You snorted.

“I find that hard to believe,” you said as you poked him in the chest.

“Nonsense.” Tom scooped you up from where you sat and reclined on the couch, laying you between his legs so he could stroke your forehead.

“I should be thanking you, love. For giving me an excuse to not be a miserable old fuck on Valentine’s Day.”

You chuckled at that.

“What changed your mind?” you prodded, turning your head to nuzzle his hand with your cheek.

“No, no, I still hate the holiday,” he mused. “But it’s different when you have a crush on the smartest girl in your class.”

Your cheeks bloomed, words failing you.

“Can I make you some proper food, darling?”

He grabbed your hand and you allowed yourself to pulled towards the kitchen in a love-drunk haze. Monday was going to be weird, for sure.

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Confessions - Professor Hiddleston Fic (One Shot)

Hey everyone! This is a one shot because I saw an amazing Professor Hiddleston fic on tiktok by @plushkittn and had to make something. I hope you enjoy a bit of something different from our regularly scheduled fic hehe.

Synopsis: (Y/N) bombed her presentation. Her stupid ass boyfriend has been destroying her sense of self-worth and catapulting her into spells of major anxiety. Her favorite Professor runs into her as she’s trying to compose herself, and confessions are made by both.

TW: Fluff!, anxiety, stupid boyfriends, Professor/Student relationship. A gentle, calming fic.

What the hell just happened?

You held back your tears as hard as you could before excusing yourself at the end of your presentation and rushing out the door.

What the hell was that!

You were so good at giving presentations! You were totally prepared too. You’d made your slideshow perfect, even used memes to insert some humor into the project that you knew your classmates would enjoy.

So why did you literally have a panic attack the second it started?

It was his fault. Your stupid whatever he was… boyfriend? It seemed a joke to call him that now. He only seemed to want you when it was convenient for him. And yet here you were, gladly running at his every beck and call because of what? Some stupid desire to be wanted?

You walk down the corridor to the lobby, hurriedly crossing to the girls restroom when you suddenly bumped into someone.

“Oh.. sorry—“ your breath hitches. When you look up, you’re met with the comforting blue eyes of your favorite professor.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He asks, placing a hand on your upper arm in support. You nod and smile, “Um, no… not really but it’ll be okay,” you assure him, moving to walk to the restroom.

God dammit as if you weren’t already embarrassed enough.

But he places another hand around your arm and moves in front of you. His expression is full with worry and something you couldn’t quite decipher… maybe just your imagination… your mind was feeling pretty scrambled.

“Are you sure?” He asks again. His voice is warm and comforting… and something about it strikes you just the right way. Suddenly you can’t hold back the ragged sob you’d been holding down from the moment you faced the class to present.

You feel the dam of your heart break and look up at him, shaking your head. “I am so alone,” you admit over tears. His gaze on you is so direct and full with worry that you suddenly feel yourself blush. You quickly cover your face with your hands, hiding behind your hair as much as you can.

“Hey, it’s okay, come now,” you feel yourself being pressed into Professor Hiddleston’s side, and allow him to lead you forward.

“I’m here for you, (Y/N),” he assures you. You follow him over towards the elevators, trying to hold back sobs yet failing miserably.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), you can let it out,” he says, rubbing your shoulder assuringly. Hearing him say that is almost enough to totally let go, but you refuse to let yourself completely break down in front of him.

As the elevator doors close, you hear him sigh. You take a peek up at him and notice his jaw tensing… he looks enraptured in thought. You can hardly think about how you must be disrupting his day… right now things are just too fragile in the world around you and… you needed him.

The elevator doors open and you allow Professor Hiddleston to lead you toward his office. The familiar scent of him envelops you as you cross the threshold into his room. Something about the warm brown tones of wood and leather make the world feel safer. He leads you towards a very comfortable couch, where a window overlooks the school grounds against raindrops that trickle down the glass.

“Would you like some tea?” He asks after helping you sit down. “Oh, no thank you,” you say. His eyes are so blue in the gloomy light, you find yourself holding onto his gaze longer than you should. You hear him chuckle softly, “I’ll make some anyway… you must never underestimate the soothing power of chamomile and ginger,” he says standing.

You watch him stand then turn your gaze to stare out the window, happy to be transported to this little nook of warmth for the moment. “Would you like to talk about what happened?” he asks as he turns his electric kettle on. He walks back over to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch. He offers you a blanket which you gladly accept. You curl your legs underneath yourself and try to fix your hair before turning to speak to him again.

“I… I started panicking as I was giving my presentation. I’ve never felt panic in a situation like that before.” You admit to him. He stays silent, allowing you to continue.

“I just feel like... I’ve been put on hold…” you say, fiddling with a loose thread in the blanket over you.

“How do you mean?” He asks, offering you the time you need to find the words.

“My… well, I don’t know what to call him…”

“Your boyfriend,” he says with distaste. You look up at him and see his jaw tense again.

“I’m not even sure that’s what he is…” you say to him. He looks back at you, his gaze pointed and direct. “He’s an ass,” he says.

You search his eyes, half wanting to hear more, half afraid to hear it.

“(Y/N), you make witchcraft with your words,” he says. “The unspoken world you are able to put down on paper is… it’s breathtaking.”

You feel yourself blush and pull your legs closer to you. “Th… thank you,” you mumble, keeping your gaze down.

“I’ve seen you with him,” he says. Your eyes flicker up to his face in surprise, but he continues, staring out the window. “There was a day I saw you two walking… I knew you wanted to hold his hand,” he says, raising his own hand to adjust his glasses, “the way he disregarded you maddened me.”

You feel your heart quickening, you had no idea what to say. Maddened him?

It was true that there was always a certain chemistry between you and Professor Hiddleston. You tried to downplay it when you felt it… thinking it was merely a chemistry between writers. He was your Professor after all. He saw the most intimate thoughts you had… but a part of you may have taken advantage of that. There wasn’t anyone else for you to talk to. You found it hard to make friends… and your boyfriend and his friends weren’t exactly confidants to you. Your mom and dad didn’t really talk to you much… they weren’t happy with your change of major. You’d been accepted to the university for a business degree, but after taking a course in creative writing with Professor Hiddleston… you felt a spark that you could not ignore. You’d found your passion… and someone who saw it in you.

The situation you were in now didn’t necessarily feel awkward… as you’d formed a relationship with Professor Hiddleston since your first year. He was someone you felt safe with. He was really the only thing you had in the sense of an anchor in this world. And maybe… maybe throughout all these years… all the papers and stories you wrote were sort of… for him.

You remembered back on an assignment in which you had to re-write a fairytale based on your life experiences. You’d decided to write yours on Snow White. Instead of seven dwarves, seven friends used you as their emotional sponge. Instead of a wicked witch, a warlock brought an enchanted apple that promised to grant Snow White what she wanted most; to be seen. There was a note on the day he returned our papers. You still have it taped on my dorm mirror.

“Who do you want to be, (Y/N)?”

You look up, brought back from your thoughts into the room again.

“Have you found an answer yet?” he asks.

You smile, shaking your head. “I think I’m even farther from finding it than I was two years ago.”

The kettle clicks and the water boils rapidly. He stands, moving to prepare two cups of tea before sitting back down.

“Allow me?” he asks, prepared to add sugar to your cup. You nod, thanking him with a smile.

“I think you’re running from your truth, (Y/N),” he says outright. You stare at him, watching him prepare your tea with calm and ease.

“How?” you ask him. He hands you a cup, warning you it’s hot.

“By trying to be the very thing you aren’t in your writing: simple,” he says.

“I... I’ve never thought I was a very complicated person...” you say, unsure how to respond to his comment. You’d always considered yourself a simple person... hell, you’d settled for nearly everything in your life aside from your change of degree. Complicated was never a word you’d heard used to describe you.

“No, you’re not complicated, you’re complex.” He places his tea down and turns his body towards you. “That’s what I see.”

“What do you see?” you ask.

His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You hold your breath, feeling dry tears tighten at your cheeks as you stare up at him. He leans forward, and suddenly the world is spinning around you. Your head is bobbing on a spring and your heart is pounding out of your chest.

“I see you, (Y/N),” he whispers, his eyes on yours, then your lips. Without a thought, you lean in to kiss him, feeling so much… feeling everything. It was the first kiss, the first real kiss... for someone you truly wanted to kiss. And the difference was everything. You let him pull you closer, and allowed yourself to crawl into his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t help the surprised tears that fell from your eyes as you pulled away to look at him.

“Is this alright?” He asks. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Yes, yes it is.”

His scent, mint and wool, is so comforting. So warm. You cuddle into his chest, letting him run his fingers through your hair. The sound of the rain pattering against the window and his slowing heavy breaths is all there is.

“What if I told you this is what I wanted to be…” you tell him softly. Immediately your heart flips… too late to take it back now. He reaches his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your gaze up to his.

“And what would that be?” He speaks in that deep elegant voice of his. You are all too aware of his hands everywhere now… his hand around your waist, the one underneath your chin. How many times had you dreamt of this moment? If you could lean into him forever you would.

With a breath, you say what you’ve wanted to say for the past year. “Yours.”

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft and slow… and there are a dozen stars behind your eyelids as you become hyper aware of everything about him touching every inch of you.

He pulls away to press his forehead against yours, “then I would say you wouldn’t need an apple to make that wish come true.”

You take his hand in yours, fiddling with his fingers, tracing his nails and knuckles with the tip of your thumb.

“(Y/N), if you knew how deeply I’ve fallen for you in the past few years you’ve been in my class… I never imagined in my first year as a Professor I would meet someone like you. Someone I’ve been searching for my whole life.”

You look up at him, tears filling your eyes. “Don’t cry now, darling,” he says, brushing a finger underneath your eye.

“They’re happy tears,” you say with a soft smile. “My wish came true.”

He smiles and places a hand on your cheek, leaning in close, his lips inches away from yours.

“Then allow me give the Princess her true loves kiss.”

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burberrybaby · 3 years

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alf mubarak - الف مبروك

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pairing: professor!tom x woc!reader

summary: professor hiddleston wants to reward you after a successful semester in his class.

warnings: SMUT, fluff, dom/ sub dynamics, semi public sex (students in the building,) protected sex, multiple orgasms (implied,) sleeping with your teacher, big age gap, praise kink, pinning, pet names (darling and kitten,) the british accent, uh tom hiddleston.

a/n: so recently i’ve had a bit of an obsession with tom’s scruffy beard (especially with the glasses) so here ya go. also, i just gave a random name for the roommate. loosely based on that one sex scene from the night manager. english isn’t my first language.

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“Now I know you’re all very eager to get out of here, but I do have a final announcement.”

Your professor stands from his chair and rounds his desk, leaning against it and facing his class, “the students whom have been selected for the celebratory dinner have been notified prior to this class, and I hope to see each and every one in attendance.”

Of course, you had been one of those students; your professor had even told you the news personally, congratulating you on a very successful semester in his language class. You had been his star student.

You hadn’t expected to do so well, your unusually attractive professor had you distracted most of the time. Maybe that’s why you went out of your way to do as best as you could in his class; professor Hiddleston looked like he should be a model… not teaching at a university.

“Congratulations to you all. Class dismissed”

Everyone in the room claps, congratulating their friends and starting down the steps to the door near the front of the room. You smile at the celebration, giggling as you watch others throwing their papers in the trash like school children on their last day.

When you near the exit, Professor Hiddleston stops you, “I’m very proud of you, y/n, you’ve done wonderfully in my class.”

You struggle to hide your blush as you smile up at him, “thank you, professor.”

“Ah, ah, you needn’t call me that anymore. Tom is just fine.”

But your blush only worsens at that, “okay… Tom.”

Your professor surely would’ve seen your cheeks turn rosy at some point in the semester; your hands brushing each other if he were explaining a concept to you, when he’d come up behind you to check on your work and you feel his breath faintly against your neck. Tom would’ve been blind not to notice.

Biting your lip, you watch as the man looks around, confirming the room is now empty before he pulls you in for a hug. You’re left dumbfounded as he smiles warmly down at you, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Oh, I um… I actually don’t have a ride. My car kinda broke down and it’s in the shop so-”

“Let me drive you then.”

Your eyes widen at your professor, “n-no that’s alright, truly I wouldn’t want you to trouble yourself-”

“Nonsense,” he waves off the idea, “I can be at your complex at 7.”

In reality, you could’ve carpooled with a friend, or taken the public transport, but you were actually really excited at the idea.

“It’s the um, the ABC building a few blocks off campus.”

Tom nods, “sounds good.”

“O-okay… see you then!” You practically scurry out of the room, glancing back to see him smiling at you.

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After relaying the situation to your roommate, Marie was hellbent on getting you ready for the dinner.

She was the only person who knew about your crush on your teacher, and had always wanted you two together. Marie picked out one of her tightest dresses for you and had also decided to do your hair and makeup.

“Stop that, you know teachers can’t have relationships with students…” You play with your fingers as your friend finishes up your hair. A habit you had whenever you felt anxious.

She spins the chair your seated in so you look at her “Blah blah blah! In a few days won’t even be a student here anymore. We’re graduating remember?”

All you can do is sigh and change into the dress she gave you, looking at your figure in the mirror as your mind wanders; imagining Tom’s hands on your body, the feel of his beard against your supple skin, whispering sinfully into your ears-

Your thoughts are interrupted as Marie knocks on the door to your room, “done yet?”

“One second!” you slip on a pair of black heels, once again provided by your friend before stepping out to reveal the look to her.

Marie claps and smiles at your look, motioning for you to give her a twirl and making you smile, “ready to go?”

You nod and she walks out to the elevator, down to the lobby with you. When you two step out of the building, you see Tom leaning against his black BMW with his hands in his pockets.

He smiles when he sees you, walking up to you and taking your hand to kiss your knuckles, whispering, “you look stunning.”

Your brain doesn’t have the time to register what Tom said as he turns to your friend and greets her with a nod. Taking your hand, he leads you to the car and opens the door for you, helping you in.

“Y/n, remember we have that party after your dinner, okay?”

“Oh!” you completely forgot, and look to your professor. Before you can ask for him to give you a lift, he nods, “I can drop you off.”

Before Tom can round the car and seat himself, Marie says to him, “take good care of her, alright? Make sure to use protection!”

He chuckles and nods, “oh, I’ll take very good care of y/n.”

Finally coming to your senses, you glare at your friend before closing the windows, earning a light laugh from her, “have fun!”

Tom gets in the car, fastening his seatbelt before turning the key to start the drive.

You shake your head, “I’m so sorry about my friend, she really has no filter-”

“Please, dear, don’t worry about it,” he says, glancing over at you with a reassuring smile.

You give him a quick smile and look down at your lap, pretending to adjust your dress before playing with your fingers.

After a minute or two, Tom glances over, noticing your nerves, “everything alright?”

”Hm?” you look up at him, “y-yeah I’m okay.”

He doesn’t push the situation further, but instead reaches over to take your hand and squeezes it, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

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The rest of the ride is quiet until you reach the auxiliary building on campus.

Tom parks and helps you out of the car, leading you inside the building with you on his arm. All the other professors had already arrived, and when the other students realize their own professor had appeared, they move to greet him.

You pull your hand off his arm when you notice a few of your classmates sending you odd looks, and Tom looks down at you apologetically, whispering, “go, enjoy the party.”

Nodding, you turn and walk off to find someone to talk to, grabbing a plate of appetizers on the way. Once you find your group, your nerves loosen up a bit and you begin to loose yourself in the laughter.

At one point everyone had been seated for the actual dinner; the school had went all out for the students, a few of the professors had even made toasts. Tom was seated among them, winking the few times you two made eye contact.

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Everyone claps when the Brit steps onto the stage, and he sends you a warm smile for you to blush at.

“I’ll make this quick, I know some of you students have your own parties to attend for graduation.”

You can hardly pay attention to his speech, he looked so good in that suit… the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone, the way he occasionally pushed his glasses up or played with his beard.

“And to finish… class dismissed.”

The students laugh and cheer, clapping and congratulating their friends. A few start to file out of the building, heading to their sorority and frat parties, others lingering around, chatting with their professors about god knows what.

You decide to wait at the front of the building for your professor to show up, but he pulls you back inside and around a corner to an empty hall.

“Huh… oh! Hi prof- I mean Tom!”

He smiles, “Hi dear. I just wanted to congratulate you personally.”

You beam up at him, your innocent smile making him chuckle, “thank you so much! I really wouldn’t have done so well without you as my teacher.”

“Thank you, but all the hard work was done by you,” Tom pauses, looking around to make sure no one was in the hall and begins moving forwards to you, pinning you against the wall.

“W-what are you doing-” you’re voice is barely audible, and you could still hear the voices of students lingering in the lobby.

Tom leans down, taking your chin to lift it and leave a short, sweet kiss on your lips. Your entire body freezes, but when he pulls away you find yourself desperate for more.

“Think of it like an award. Just… say if you want me to stop, I won’t force you to do anything,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away.

You shake your head, “no, don’t stop…”

He nods and pushes you against the wall, cupping your face with one hand and grabbing onto your ass with the other, causing you to moan into his mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck before Tom slips his tongue into your mouth, taking the opportunity to explore.

There was no space between your bodies, and the thought of getting caught only made your cunt throb. Tom’s hand makes its way down to your thigh, picking you up with both hands and wrapping your legs around his waist. At that point, your dress had ridden up to your hips and you felt his bulge against your clothed core, making you whimper at the contact.

Tom’s kisses make their way down your jaw and to your neck, the friction of his beard against your skin felt heavenly, and oh how desperately you wanted to feel that between your thighs. He moves down to your collarbone, nipping slightly and smoothing it over with his tongue, then to your exposed chest.

You take your hands from his neck to slip down the shoulders of your dress, giving him more space to work, and he chuckles, “not so innocent now, are you?” Making you whimper as your head lolls back, drinking in the pleasure.

Loosing track of time, your professor mumbles against your skin, “give me a second, kitten,” moving one hand from your thigh to his pocket and pulling out a condom.

You giggle quietly as he hands it to you, nodding as consent for you to slip down his trousers. Your mouth waters at the sight of his length and you imagine what it would be like to have your lips wrapped around his cock. You push away the thought, unwrapping the condom with shaky hands and slipping it onto him as quickly as you can.

“Attagirl.” He mumbles, making your heart flutter. A deep moan comes from Tom when he feels your fingers on his cock, and he wastes no time pushing your panties aside; rubbing his tip along your folds before pressing into you. Your head falls onto his shoulder and you practically cling to him as he eases himself inside, your moans muffled against him.

He stiles a groan and begins thrusting into you, slowly at first, then mercilessly quick, mumbling against your skin, “taking me so well.”

Your breasts were completely exposed and bouncing at the impact, only making your professor more hungry for release.

Already feeling your own orgasm coming close, you pull back to look at him, crashing your lips back to his so your tongues move in union. His large hands massaging your bare thighs as his cock disappears time and time again into your cunt, “doing amazing for me, darling.”

You’re lost in the pleasure, unable to wrap your head around how one man could make you feel this good.

Whimpering a bit louder and looking to his ice blue eyes, you find yourself unable to find words, “I- I-”

He laughs at you, “look at you, kitten. Can’t even speak anymore,” and your eyes almost tear up, desperate to say something but too focused on how he kept hitting your g spot just right.

Forgetting the students around the corner, you practically scream, “Tom I’m gonna come!”

You gasp and bite down on his shoulder, the fabric of his suit muffling your sounds as you come. Hard. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock drives Tom to his own orgasm, his thrusts becoming stuttered as he helps you ride out your high.

Pulling your face back to look at your professor again you whisper, “I think I love you.”

He chuckles, “likewise,” slowly pulling out of you and pulling off the condom, throwing it in the rubbish.

When Tom hears footsteps coming your way, he quickly zips up his trousers and helps you adjust your dress just as a student rounds the corner with a confused look on his face, “Professor H? Everything okay?”

You lean against the wall in an attempt to keep your legs from shaking, your come almost dripping down your legs.

“Yes,” Tom says, “Miss y/n here just got a little lost.”

Looking to him with a blank face and back to the student, “y-yeah, I um, I just got lost…”

The student looks confused as your professor leads you to the lobby with his hand on the small of your back. You and your professor made it to his car, driving above the speed limit to get back to Tom’s flat so he can reward you properly.

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Tom ravished you all night; orgasm after orgasm until you lost track. Falling asleep panting in his arms until morning.

When you two wake, you can barely walk from your night’s endeavors. Tom decides to start a hot bath for you and leaves to fix some breakfast for you both.

Almost dozing off, you hear your phone ring and lazily reach over to answer it, not reading the caller ID, “hello-”

“Hello?!”

Your heart skips a beat. It was Marie. Before you can even apologize for missing the party, she goes on complaining about how she waited for you and the party wasn’t fun cause you weren’t there and-

“Darling? Everything okay? Breakfast is ready.” Tom’s voice was husky as opens the bathroom door and pauses when he hears the one sided argument from your phone on speaker.

Marie gasps and basically yells, “you went home with your professor, didn’t you?!”

Tom just chuckles as you sink down into the bath in a lazy attempt to hide your face and he picks up the phone, “I’ll return y/n safely, don’t worry about her, Marie,” and ends the call.

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don-daygamerz · 2 years

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Hello, Professor

Tom Hiddleston x Reader AU Oneshot

Professor!Tom Hiddleston x Student!Reader

Requested by: @illuminadsx

Request: Hi I sent something for your coffee!! I hope you got it it’s not a lot but it’s something. I would love a Tom hiddleston one shot with smut. Or even Loki....maybe one where they meet at a Halloween party and they find out it’s their Professor.

Summary: It's Halloween. (Name) and her professor immediately took to one another at a Halloween party. Tom begins to unfold his feelings towards the girl and things begin to escalate. Halloween night becomes a more sinful night for the two.

Warnings: Rated 18+, pure smut, unprotected sex, mention of nudity, detailed description of erotica/sex, swear words.

Word count: 4.1K

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He couldn’t stop staring at her.

He wouldn’t stop staring at her.

As soon as she entered the bar in that lovely but teasing costume of hers, all eyes were on her. She drew so much attention to herself like a moth to a flame. When she walked through the crowd, she walked in with such grace and elegance. Elegant and beautiful she was for she donned a fairy costume for this year’s Halloween. (Name) (Surname) was one of his students in his English Literature class and she was his most favorite student but no one had to know that. She was smart, articulate, bright, kind…he could go on for days listing the things that made her incredible to him.

Who is this strange man that lusts over our beloved (Name)? Well, it was none other than her lecturer, Professor Thomas Hiddleston. The professor watched his beloved student, (Name), take shots alongside her friends. He sat not too far from her so he could get a perfect view of his prey in her elements. He adored the way she laughed and smiled. The sound of her voice brought sweet chills down his spine, her smile was so infectious that it made him smile as well, and her luscious hair was down in waves like a (h/c) sea, he felt the need to comb his fingers through.

Professor Hiddleston was once a man of virtue who placed his love for teaching and reading above his own desires as a man. But that all ended when young (Name) took his class since day one. Now, Tom never really had the desire nor the craving to date any of his students, in fact, he was more professional and was against the idea. He was well aware of how popular he was among the ladies of the University, young and old, students and workers.

A modest man he was, he thought his reputation grew due to his accomplishments as a fine teacher and writer but in fact, he was the human Adonis of his University. This man was the epitome of beauty, grace, and intelligence, he was a total package in short.

So as he sat at his table with some colleagues, here and there he would slip in glimpses at the girl that had captured his heart. Tom had decided that for this year he would dress up as a King and what a handsome king he was.

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The man had noticed that his glass had run dry, so he decided to go over to the bartender and ask for a much stronger poison. Tom was not really much of a drinker but the stress of teaching and grading had taken a toll on his body and the buzz of the alcohol helped in numbing his pain. Whiskey on the rocks was his choice and after, as he turned and sought to return to his colleagues but before he walked further…Thump!...another body had accidentally made a collision with his and in turn, the contents of the drink spilled out.

“Oh I’m deeply sorry there,” he apologized to the person he’d bumped into. Upon closer inspection on the stranger, he’d realized that he knocked into the one person who clouded his thoughts. The little fairy-dressed beauty was occupied with looking down at the state of her green dress…it was stained with his drink. “Oh crap,” the girl had muttered in utter disappointment. She had hoped to cause no problems at the bar but here she was damp and smelling of whiskey. If only she had paid attention.

Tom again realized further that he had spilled his drink on the poor girl from the obvious dark stain on that lovely but teasing dress. His eyes roamed over the expanse of her body; her curves, her collarbones, her legs, her waist… a true masterpiece in his eyes. Quickly, he fixed his focus and chimed back to her, “I’m so sorry for the mess, love. Here take this…” He then offered his handkerchief.

(Name) turned to Tom and accepted his generous offer. It still had not sunk in her mind that she was interacting with her lecturer. After dabbing at the stain, the girl then fully faced the man, her eyes slightly grew wide and her mouth agape. She was shocked but ultimately embarrassed. (Name) (Surname) had just bumped into her handsome professor. ‘Ooh Boy… how humiliating!’ she thought.

(Name) gave a nervous laugh and a crooked smile, “Oh-oh Uh-Uh Umm… Professor Hiddleston! I didn’t recognize you… uhh… no, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings. I should be the one to apologize.”

Her eyes then trailed over to the glass in his hand…it was empty. ‘So that was his whiskey,’ she thought then began to panic. “Uh, I’m sorry I ruined your drink professor! I’ll buy you another one!” her hands rummaging through her purse in search of cash.

Tom just waved his palms in a gesture for her to calm down.

“No, no, (Name). It’s all fine, I promise you. There’s no need,”

“Oh, you’re too kind professor. But please let me make it up to you,”

Her professor just gave a soft smile to her, and he could tell she was hesitant as she gave cute stutters here and there. “Thank you, Professor Hiddleston, again I’m really sorry.” The girl really felt guilty.

“It’s alright, (Name),” he waved her off. (Name) began to take notice of how her lecturer was in full costume and blushed in shyness. Her professor was dressed so handsomely as a King and… ‘Wait… is he referencing to…King Henry IV?’

“Umm Professor? Might I ask you a question? It’s about your costume,” she gestured to his outfit.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing! It’s just I’m curious if you’re dressed as King Henry IV?” she asked him. That question really surprised Tom. Most people would go along with the simple assumption that he was dressed as a king from some medieval era but (Name) really astonished him when she figured out who exactly he was dressed as. “Well…I’m surprised you noticed that and I appreciate how you figured it out.”

“Well it was obvious from the attention to detail you put on your costume…and you once mentioned in one of our classes that you had an affinity to the history of the royal monarch…” every time she talked her face would get redder but Tom found it cute. “Uhm…that was weird sorry. It’s just that I pay close attention to class…and I uhm…”

“It’s fine. Makes me impressed that you have a good memory of things and proud that there are some students who really take priority in their academics,” he said confidently. (Name) smiled shyly at him as she twirled a strand of hair. Tom felt his heart beating fast. Here he was interacting with the most beautiful girl on campus. He truly felt blessed being in her presence and chatting with her.

As for (Name), she did have some sort of attraction towards her professor, and she, just like him, at this moment, felt blessed to be in his presence. But she can’t help the impending feeling that she may have made a bad impression. Suddenly, her phone began to ring and on the screen flashed the current time, 11:30 pm. It was late. Even though it would be too soon to leave on a Halloween night, (Name) issued an alarm on her phone so she could go home and study a bit.

“I have to go,” she said disappointedly, “Oh, and thank you for the handkerchief, professor.”

He was given back the handkerchief but asked, “Leaving so soon? I hope you’re not going home alone.”

“Umm… It’s not far and I don’t want to bother my friends. They need this night more than I do.”

“I can’t have you roaming around alone in the middle of the night. Why don’t I accompany you home? It’s not safe,” he offered sincerely. He couldn’t let her walk alone in the streets at night especially after having a couple of drinks.

“Oh no, no. I don’t want to trouble you, sir.”

“It’s not an issue at all.” Tom would certainly take delight in this opportunity of escorting the young girl, even for a short moment.

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Side by side they walked together along the deserted streets of London. Though quite eerie, the lamp posts were bright and lit their path like a river of light. It was a beautiful sight really, like being in a dark space surrounded by stars. Tom and (Name) talked and talked like they were close friends but the reason for this incredible chemistry between them was that they understood each other. A warm feeling festered deep down inside (Name) when she talked with her professor and Tom felt the same when he was gifted with the presence of dear (Name).

They both had a warm feeling inside of them. They couldn’t stop smiling at one another. Their feelings for each other seem to grow at each second but they were too afraid to confront it.

“You don’t seem to use much invested in reading new novels, do you professor?” she had asked him.

“I never really have the effort to do so. All of my reading and research has always revolved around the classics,” he said so passionately.

She just smiled at him. She could also see the pure admiration and joy on his face when he discussed literature. “You can’t argue with the classics.”

“So true,” he laughed in agreement, “I ah didn’t realize I was rambling so much about my love of reading… I apologize.”

“It’s fine, professor. In fact, I admire how much you dedicate yourself to the classics it makes us look forward to your classes. You’re an incredible teacher and writer.” The way she had complimented him had warmed his heart and nearly caused his face to blush. He thanked her for her sweet comment about his passion.

Tom then immediately paused in his steps which caught the attention of his student. She turned back to him to see what the matter was. He remained silent for a while which made the girl worry. “Is everything alright, professor?”

The man took in deep breaths before fully facing the girl that has obscured the crevices of his mind for so long. He gave her a small smile that fluttered her heart and walked closer till their chests were near touching. (Name) was not exactly tall but to Tom, she was the perfect height. Her head only reached his chin causing her to tilt her head up in order to look at him. Face to face, chest to chest they were, their breaths caressing each other’s cheeks.

“I’m about to do something that may come as a surprise to you…But I hope not to come to regret it…” As he said that, a feeling of confusion drafted over (Name) at the weird statement he made. Before thinking further on the matter, (Name) felt a soft pressure on her soft lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock ran through her body…here she was being kissed by the most sought-after man in the entire campus.

She could feel him begin to pull away. That kiss was gentle, sweet, but at the same time sinful…she really liked it. No, she loved it. She loved how he felt the same and so with that she pushed herself forward and reciprocated the kiss. Tom also was in a state of shock but that feeling didn’t last. Right now, the girl he craved for wanted him as well.

Their lips met and molded one another, it was like a passionate dance between a couple in a heavy euphoric state. Their tongues wrestled one another fighting for dominance but Tom won the battle and took the chance to explore her mouth. Cherries and lemon is what he tasted. The kiss was getting hot and heavy, but Tom pulled away which disappointed the girl. He could see the look of worry as well as a storm of panic swirling through her glistening (e/c) eyes… so he leaned down, their foreheads touched, their eyes meeting, and their lips barely grazing each other…

“Let’s head to my place, darling. It’s just around the corner…” he genuinely smiled.

(Name) smiled then laughed, “Did you plan this, professor? How cheeky of you.”

But he playfully scoffed at her comment.

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“You have a lovely home, professor,” she said to him as they entered through his front door.

“Thank you, but please call me Tom…when we’re alone,” he said seductively to her as he cornered her to the wall. With her back to the wall now, she slowly looked up at him. Tom slightly leaned down and took his right hand to caress her soft cheek. His thumb rubbed her cheek in a soothing manner which sent chills down the girl’s spine.

“Of course, profe- I mean, Tom,” she stuttered out.

Hearing his name spill from her supple lips was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear her say it again. He craved for her to scream it loud. And he knew how he would do so. Tonight would be a most pleasuring but sinful night, indeed.

As the two kissed one another so hot and passionately, the professor’s hands began to wander the expanse of her body. He traced down from her back to her waist, and to her thighs. But the journey of his strong and slender hands didn’t stop as they ventured further to her round ass. When his fingers traced her ass, he could feel more skin and less panties…she was wearing a thong and a lace one at that.

He groaned knowing that his student was wearing a lace thong. (Name) squeaked whenever Tom gave a pinch at her cheeks but she then later felt one of his long fingers trail further until her crotch area. His finger started rubbing at her already wet panties which caused Tom to pull away and smirk down at the girl. “My, aren’t you wet, love. How naughty you are,” he teased the flustered and panting girl.

“Ple- Please,” she mumbled shyly but quietly.

“Say that again. Louder this time,” he taunted her.

“Please, fuck me, sir,” she begged him confidently but with a sense of embarrassment. Tom then smiled at the girls tantalizing request. Tonight, he would finally have a full taste of her and explore her sacred caverns.

Tom dragged his little fairy with him to his cozy living room and threw her on the couch. He began to undress from his costume until he was left in his boxers with a prominent bulge jutting out in excitement. “As much as I love that little dress, love, it will have to come off,” he said to her. He pounced on her like a hungry lion and ravaged her neck with a flutter of kisses and nips leaving a trail of hickies. Off her clothes went in a flash, till the girl was left bare aside from her damp white lace panties. (Name) did not wear a bra in her costume so when Tom dragged down her dress to her feet, her glorious and plump breasts popped out with a slight bounce.

There she lay on his couch, naked and in her panties, and Tom just stared, drinking in the mesmerizing and intoxicating sight of her form. Her nipples began to harden from their exposure to the cold air which didn’t go unnoticed by him. The view of her breasts caused his leaking cock to twitch painfully. (Name) couldn’t help but notice how hard he was…and boy was he packing. “Guess the rumors are true then…”

“What rumors?” he asked her and leaned his body to cage her. His arms grasped the backrest of the couch. She just smiled at him as she sat up straighter. “That you are very…well endowed.”

This caused him to chuckle at her realization. Tom then grabbed her thighs to pull her closer to him. He was crouched down with her legs at his sides and her ass at the edge of the cushion seat. He was sure he could smell the scent of her wet covered pussy and did she smell so divine.

“I’ve waited so long to do this…but for you darling, I’ll be gentle,” he assured her while rubbing his hands on her thighs as a way to soothe her nerves. This would be a night that neither of them would forget. His hands were now dragging her lace panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Bare she was, all for him to devour and appreciate the beauty before him. Her cute little cunt was now bare and exposed to the man she admired and lusted for… it brought a wave of excitement through her body.

Tom then leaned closer to her nether regions to place a kiss on her wet pussy which caused the girl to jump in surprise. She tucked her hands under her chin in a shy manner and in turn squished her perky breasts close together. This action didn’t go unnoticed by her professor but encouraged his arousal to rise and with that had pushed him to ravage her sacred cavern without patience. He needed a taste now. No more teasing, he thought to himself. Up, down, and side to side his tongue, skilled tongue really, toyed and teased (Name)’s pink clit so hard and at the same time Tom had gently thrust in her tight pussy two of his long slender fingers.

Overstimulated her body became, her body began to twitch and shake at the pure pleasure spreading through her entire being. “You-You’re really good at this, si-sir, I-I-I mean Tom,” she blushed at her own reply. The man of her dreams pulled away momentarily to respond back, “I have my experience, love. Oh and (Name)… I never got to mention this…but I love it when you call me, sir.” He smiled at her before returning back to his task of pleasing his lady.

The level of euphoria began to rise up fast, (Name) began to slightly dampen from the sweat of their bodies and she could not stop the sweet sounds that emitted from her soft supple lips painted with pink gloss. The pleasure within her began to grow to its highest peak, something she hasn’t experienced from other men or rather boys.

Suddenly, it began to rain, but indoors. As (Name) screamed in undeniable pleasure, her body unintentionally released a spray of warm liquid from her nether regions and onto her professor’s face. She’d realized that she squirted on Tom. “O-Oh my, this is so embarrassing!! I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t know I could do that! I-I-I it was just too good!” (Name) kept stammering apologies as she hid her face in her hands.

Her hands were pulled away by Tom, and he could see her nearly in tears but he brushed them away. He began to calm her, “Shh, Shh, no need to cry, darling. What you did was so beautiful and natural. I’m happy I’m making you feel good.”

“Really?” she sniffled.

“Really. All I want is for you to be happy and feel good…now just relax and let go.” As he said that, Tom pulled down his black boxers. When he stood up straight to properly remove his remaining garment, he had also given a tantalizing show in front of his student’s eyes. His long, hard cock bounced up from its confines and stood up straight and hard. (Name) stared in awe at her professor’s gorgeous cock. He was thick and long…how on earth was it going to fit inside her.

Tom could see the worry swim in her eyes but he tenderly assured her that she would be fine and like he promised he would be gentle. He now stood and began to align the tip of his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Slowly he entered her sacred cavern. She was tight. So tight. He hissed from the way her walls closed tightened around his hard cock and from the pleasure of feeling her warm pussy. He loved it. He loved it so much.

(Name) closed eyes and bit her cheek from the intense feeling of him finally entering inside her. He was really inside her, she couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. A wet dream really. The two were really enjoying how they were entwined. They felt as though they were united in euphoric pleasure. They fit so well together like two perfect pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. There and then the world around began to dissolve and it was just them.

Tom was now fully inside her tight and drenched pussy so felt ready to move back and forth to build up the pleasure. In and out his cock went at a slow pace but it began to accelerate. (Name)’s hands were now hanging onto Tom’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin but he didn’t mind.

“Faster, Tom…please ah!” she moaned. Tom complied with her pleas and sped up his actions. Hard and fast he became and the two began moaning and groaning in pure pleasure. He leaned down to capture her panting lips to have a taste of her sweet lips again. They kissed and fucked so hard.

“Fuck! You are so amazing, love. I love being inside you.”

(Name) could also feel his balls slap against her ass which increased her arousal.

All of a sudden, Tom picked up his student by the legs while still impaled in her abused hole, to take a turn to sit on the couch. (Name) was now sitting on his lap with his gorgeous member twitching inside me.

“Ride me, darling,” he practically begged her.

“With pleasure,” she smirked back at him.

She widened her legs further giving him an appealing view of his cock hidden in her pussy. She moved her arms behind her to hold on to his legs for support. All in her naked glory (Name) was in, she practically looked like a goddess in her professor’s eyes. Up, down, up, down… (Name) lifted then lowered herself on his cock. Tom saw it all. From her pussy sliding up his cock to her mouth unleashing the most sinful sounds that could put a porn star to shame.

As she began to increase her pace, her breasts bounced up and down vigorously. Tom couldn’t look away from the way her breasts bounced and jiggled, he loved the scene in front of him, the way she came undone. He then grabbed her breasts and began to toy with her hard nipples stimulating her further. The way he was playing with her body caused (Name) to moan, groan, and pant.

“Fuck! I’m close, sir…b-but I want more…Rub my clit,” she panted hard to him, it was getting hard for her to speak clearly when her mind was clouded in euphoria.

“Uh Uh,” he tutted at her, “You have to beg, darling. And say it louder, I couldn’t hear you.” He was really enjoying this so why not add a little begging.

“P-P-Please, sir. Rub my clit…please!” she begged him while blushing mad.

Tom smirked at her begging and proceeded to do so as she required. He then rubbed a thumb on her clitoris which spiked an intense feeling of delight through her body. She could feel it. He could feel it.

Harder and harder she slammed on his lap to further impale her pussy. Tom and (Name) were now panting hard and fast. “Please cum inside me, sir,” she told him, “I wanna feel you! Ah! Ah!”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Fuck!” she exclaimed.

Tom just panted and groaned aloud. He clenched his teeth hard until finally they had reached their high and came. Tom held on tight to her waist to hold her still, and to cum deep inside her. (Name) could feel his semen fill her. It was hot and filled her to the brim. He came so much that it started leaking out of her cunt while he was still inside her.

As Tom pulled out of her slowly but gently, some of his cum started dripping on the couch. He slid his fingers in her pussy to coat them in his cum then presented them to her. (Name) opened wide and closed around his drenched fingers. She tasted his cum and she hummed at the delicious taste. “Mmm… so good,” she complimented.

They were tired and exhausted but happy and content. Tom lifted his girl bridal style and brought her to his room where he tucked her in with his juice still inside her. He joined her and brought her close to his chest. With eyes closed and breaths labored, Tom and (Name) slept with smiles on their faces.

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Classics

Tom Hiddleston x reader request

Request: can you please write an imagine about tom where he meets his soulmate on set (she’s an assistant) and he’s amazed she also studied classics xxx

Summary: You’re an assistant on set but also in your last year of classics. Tom helps you study and maybe, finally, take you on a date for of course study purposes

Warning: age-gap but of course appropriate, fluff and big dark academia vibes!!!!!

Words: 3,2K

A/N: Okay OMG I love this! this fic is my new favorite! I love how this turned out! Thank you so much for the request dear anon!

Your family was in the movie business and you just got a job as an assistant to earn some money to pay for your college. It was mostly running on set and doing what they asked you while studying from your books. You were currently in your last year of college studying Classics, which at the moment wasn’t making your life easier even though you loved what you did. You learned to multitask very fast! It was the movie infinity war where you were an assistant. You already had a great bond with most of the cast because you did a lot of things for them. You mostly assisted them. Most saw you as a little sister, which you were fine with except with Tom. You had a huge crush on the actor and really hoped he didn’t see you as a little sister even though you thought that was false hope. Of course he wouldn’t date you. You were at least 17 years younger so you could put that out of your head. You just tried to enjoy the time that you had.

You were in the period where you had a lot of exams and your head was just running over with everything. It was lunch break and you wondered off so you could study. Your hands were on either side of your head as you let out a loud huff. “Hey, there you are.” You heard the familiar voice of Tom. You looked up and you felt your cheeks fluster as Tom softly smiled at you fully dressed in his Loki costume. “Hey” you said softly. He frowned at you. “Are you okay?” you let out another sigh. “No, I’m stressed and I can’t get it in my head.” He took a seat next to you and looked at your books.

You felt indulged in the cologne that surrounded him and now you too. He started to read the pages and explain it to you. You focused on what he said and listened carefully. He started to quiz you and you got the answered the questions right. He smiled sweetly at you while you had the biggest grin on your face. “thank you so much Tom!” you happily said while placing your arms around his neck and got in a hug. It took Tom by surprise but he placed his arms around you too, softly giggling. “my pleasure sweetheart. Any time”. You felt your cheeks burn up again and pulled out of a hug. “erhm could you maybe help me study for my exams? Only if you have time though!” you quickly said the last sentence knowing what a busy man Tom is.

He giggled, “I would love nothing more dear.” Your smile got brighter by the second. “Let’s place the books down for a while alright?” he stood up and he stretched out his hand for you to take, which you took happily. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we go to the big library today and find some more books and I’ll explain it to you!?” Tom asked you very excitingly, happy that he found someone that shares the exact same passion as him. “I would love that!” You gave him a big smile.

After shooting you both walked to the library talking about your studies and the things that he knew. You walked in the library which was before hand a cathedral. You loved this place and so did Tom. You walked towards the back and you searched out some books with care. You didn’t notice the glances Tom gave you. He looked with so much adoration at you and smiled when you found a book which you would then place in his hands. He had about 5 books holding it tightly. He saw that you picked some of his favorites which made his own heart melt. He never expected to fall for someone quit that young but yet there you are. In your own glory. The age didn’t really to seem to bother him as he found you an old soul. You both took a seat against each other and dove into the books together. He had your study books in front of him and you had the books that you chose laying out for you. You both lost time that night while being in your own little world with Tom. Like you were the only people on this earth. You kept stealing glances at each other and when you both did you would look away as quickly. You saw Tom blushing when you caught him looking. Sometimes you would be lost in your own world while studying his features instead of the books in front of you. He would look up and smile at you which made you fluster and took a glance at your books. It was around midnight when you both were kindly asked to leave.

He would always bring you home. Hands deeply in his pockets while listening to your new findings in the old books that you loved so much. Tom found a new hobby and that was to hear you talk with so much knowledge about the same passion he had. You often told him things he even didn’t know. This lasted for a week and you both grew closer to each other by every evening. With every more stolen glances between the two of you.

You looked around set for Tom to ask him if he wanted to join you to the library this evening again. You saw him getting some coffee. “Hey Tom!” you greeted him excitedly. “Hello darling” he chuckled at your excitement. “Do you want to join me to the library this evening?” you asked him hopeful. Tom was shuffling on his feet if you didn’t know better you would think he was nervous. “I might know something different that would help you with the exams.” He saw that he caught your attention a little bit more. “If you’d let me take you to dinner I can show you a museum after, where I can tell you more about the things you need to learn right now.” he looked hopefully at you and you looked gob smacked. Was he asking you on a date right now? You shook that thought quickly out of your head but you definitely weren’t going to refuse either. “I’d love to Tom” you told him with a kind smile, which he returned with love.” “I’ll pick you up by 7?” you nodded. He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and went his way, while you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened.

You quickly went to Scarlett as she knew about your “little” crush on Tom. She smiled at you as you told her everything. “Well then we’re going to have to take you shopping after for something cute.” She told you. “What are we shopping for?” Lizzie asked coming into view. You felt your cheeks fluster. “Oh just for her date with Tom” Scarlett told Lizzie casually. Lizzie looked at you with a grin while you just looked at your shoes. “We’ll alright what are we waiting for then?” Lizzie said. You looked at the time. “I can’t I still have to work for another hour.” You told them. “Well alright, we’ll wait for you and just come by Scarlett’s trailer once your done okay?” you nodded at Lizzie. “See you guys in a bit!” you gave them a hug and walked off.

~time skip~

You got home after your little shopping trip with the girls through London. It started to become gloomy since autumn got here. You loved the weather and the feeling that came with it. It had dark academia vibes which you just lived for. That’s also what studying for classics pulled you in. You could definitely say that you are an old soul.

You got dressed and put a little bit of make-up on but not too much. You looked in the mirror and even though you were self-conscious, you were happy right now. The doorbell rang and you felt your heartrate pick up as well. Quickly you made your way to the door and took a breath before opening it. You saw Tom standing there with your favorite flowers and something wrapped in old paper. You felt flustered. He was wearing a blue suit and stood underneath an umbrella. You looked at the flowers in shock. Maybe this was an actual date you thought getting hope. “you look absolutely gorgeous Y/N” he told you with a soft smile that made your heart melt. “ As do you Tom!” you told him coyly.

“Please come in.” You said quickly stepping aside for him to come in. “I got you something” he gave you the present to you and you opened it carefully. It was an old antique book, you could tell. It was your favorite book but the first edition which you could never get your hands on. You looked at him in surprise. He smiled coyly at you. You gave him a big hug “Thank you Tom, I love it” he chuckled “You’re welcome my darling. “I eh hope you like the flowers as well.” He told you, giving them to you while delicately placing his lips to your cheek. They started to burn up again and you quickly dove into the kitchen to get a vase. “I love them, thank you Tom. It’s very kind” You told him smiling.

He looked around in your cozy place. “I love the paintings on the wall. Who is the artist?” he asked you while studying them closely. “Ehm well that should be me” you told him a little shy. He quickly looked at you and stayed silent for a moment. “You made this?” you nodded. “Oh my, you’re extremely talented!” he told you and you felt flustered again, smiling as you looked at your shoes. “How long does it take you to paint these? There so detailed” he asked you while looking with admiration at the paintings. “It depends but it can take me weeks.” You told him. What Tom obviously didn’t knew was that you were painting one for him. “They’re amazing. Really” He looked at you deeply hoping that you knew that he meant that.

You smiled again feeling flustered. He saw that you felt like that so he changed the subject. “Are you ready love?” he asked you softly and you nodded. You walked out the door and Tom got down the steps of your front door opening up his umbrella. He held out his hand for you to take the steps down which you gladly took. You felt the butterflies going crazy at the small but loving gesture of Tom. Instead of letting go of your hand he placed it on his arm as you walked closely to each other for the shared umbrella. It was cloudy, misty and a little rainy outside but you loved the ambience as it gave you a sincere calm feeling.

He let you in a nice cozy restaurant where the waiter walked you to the back where you would be seated. It was a nice cozy booth. “It’s really nice here Tom, thank you for taking me here.” You told him with a sweet smile which he returned. “Believe me it’s all my pleasure darling.” You felt flustered and looked down. He took your hand in his to get your attention back even though he knew it still was on him. You looked in surprise at him and he smiled at you “I should thank you for joining me” he told you while looking deeply into your eyes. You felt flustered and at lost for words. He slowly let go of your hand not overstepping your boundaries, but your hand felt cold without his in it. You smiled at him and he ordered two red wines for you both.

The dinner was really nice even though you felt extremely shy in the beginning, you were starting to loosen up thanks to Tom. You both talked a lot but about different topics which was a nice change. He paid for dinner even though you protested he kindly rejected you to it.

You were strolling your way to the museum with your arm linked around Tom’s. It didn’t take long before you arrived. He slowly took your hand in his. He looked at you. “Is eh.. This okay?” you felt your cheeks burn up but decided not to look away this time. “Yes, it definitely is.” You said confident which made him want to smile brightly at you but he tried to hold it in and gave you a loving smile at you instead. You walked around while Tom told you a lot of new things and pointed out a lot of things on paintings and older findings. But to Tom’s surprise you started to catch up on him and tell him more new things then he could tell you. He smiled brightly at you with adoration visible in his eyes.

“What?” you asked him chuckling. He looked at the ground still smiling. “I don’t think I can teach you something new but you definitely teach me” He chuckled which made you realize that indeed you knew most of the things that you needed to know and even more than that. “You don’t have to worry about your exams anymore. You are going to do great!” he told you while standing in front of you, taking your other hand in his as well. he looked at you with love which made you look down. he placed his finger underneath your chin so you would look at him. he softly rubbed your cheek. “Your amazing did you know that? I’ve never met someone quite like you” You felt incredible shy not knowing what to do but blush.

You walked around the museum for a quite a bit, hand in hand before walking out. You decided to get some coffee and stroll around London for a bit more. Tom noticed you shiver and without saying something he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. You looked at him and smiled “Thank you Tom” you told him and this time you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. After walking around for a bit you saw a coffee stand where you wanted to order. The man behind the stand had a stereo where some classical music came out of. Tom placed down his umbrella and placed out his hand for you to grab. “Might I have this dance with you my lady?” he asked you and you chuckled but never experienced something more romantic then this. “Yes, you may” you chuckled placing your hand in his. You both started to slow dance in the rain while staring into each other’s eyes. His hand that was placed delicately on your back pulled you more into his body.

After the song ended you both giggled a bit ordering coffee. “You both really make a beautiful couple. It reminds me of my young years with my wife.” The man said. You could see the love in his eyes while he thought back at his own beautiful memories. You both chuckled shyly not wanting to end a fantasy for the both of you. This time you paid leaving no room for a discussion and you kindly tipped the man and went your way again. You walked through the park went on a sort of sight seeing tour with Tom.

But unfortunately it started to get late and you started to get more cold. Tom took you home as usual. You both calmly chatted about the evening a bit and how much fun you had. It didn’t took you long to arrive at your place. You both shuffled around a little in front of your door. “Thank you for this night Tom, I had a lot of fun.” You told him and he replied once again with “It’s really my pleasure darling”. Tom looked down and you went for a kiss on his cheek but he looked up in that exact same moment which landed your lips on his. You quickly pulled away in shock. More in shock for his reaction. You both stared at each other in silence. You started to regret it, scared that you might lose him. “Tom, I’m so sorry…” You were caught off by his lips. The kiss was passionate. Like you were lovers in an old life and you’ve finally found each other after centuries of searching for one another. He placed his hand on the back of your head while pushing you softly against the wall.

After the long awaited kiss you both broke away from it. Breathing rapidly while resting your head against each other. His hands still placed on your cheeks and your fingers still holding tightly onto his suit. “I’ve waited so long for that” he whispered against your lips. “You and me both” you told him. He looked deeply into your eyes while you traced your finger softly against his features on his face. There was this sort of sensed calmness in the air around you. It felt clearer. “I’ve actually something for you too.” You told him with a soft smile. You took his hand and walked up your door. He stayed silent waiting what you had in store for him. “I thought I would give it later to you because it wouldn’t be handy if you’d carried it with you all the time. You definitely made Tom’s curiosity spike up. You walked into your art room after putting the warm dim lights on.

You stood in front of the painting that you made and looked at Tom. “I made this for you.” This time he was gob smacked. He looked at you in surprise. “For me?” he asked you softly. You nodded with a bright smile. His eyes went big looking at the painting. There was so much adoration in his eyes while he looked at the painting. “This is the best gift I have ever received in my entire life, thank you so much” he told you now standing in front of you, hands placed on your cheeks again. You pulled him in a desired kiss. He led you to your couch, both falling on it. Giggling but never letting go of one another. You both laid down staring at each other and so now and then kissed. But this time just taking each other’s time not hasting any of it. it was loving and enjoying each other. You didn’t know when but you fell asleep in Tom’s arms the last thing to hear him say is that he loves you. “I love you too” You mumbled back and you felt yourself pulled closer to the man in question. Indulged in the arms that are wrapped around you, knowing that everything would be okay. And if it’s not, then at least there’s Tom.

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