#hiddlesfic

[justthehiddleswrites]

French Toast | Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

A/N: Another request! This was from @needmorereading​  some dad!Tom content? Fluffy or smutty it's really up to you, maybe some pregnancy fluff? I went pure fluff.  oh and special shoutout to @lokifae42​ for helping with some details in this story.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (But really it is more about Tom and his child.)

Summary:  Tom wakes early one morning to make breakfast and gets a little helper.

Warnings:  Excessive fluff, mentions of pregnancy.

AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FOR READING, TAGLISTS REMAIN OPEN! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED!

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Tom slipped out of bed early that morning, making sure his alarm was off so you could sleep. You needed the sleep having worked hard this whole week. His feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way to their newly renovated kitchen.

“What to make? What to make?” Tom muttered to himself as he stood in front of the open fridge.

“Fwench toast!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out from the hallway. 

Tom smiled as a little girl with brown curls toddled into the kitchen. Her curls smooshed against the side of her head and tucked under her arm was her beloved arctic fox plushie, Tom picked up last time shooting on location.

“There’s my Maddie bug!” Tom leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. He kissed both of her cheeks. “Want to help make breakfast with Daddy?”

Maddie nodded her head. “Fwench toast!” she repeated, her little arm shooting up into the air as she made a triumphant fist. 

Tom chuckled as he placed her on the floor. “French Toast it is. Go grab your stool, darling.” He watched as Maddie toddled towards her stool and then turned to grab milk and eggs from the fridge. 

“Weady!!” Tom whipped around to find Maddie next to the stove, wearing her apron. 

“Indeed, you are, little chef.” He kissed the top of her head. “Can you grab the bread for me?” He pointed to a loaf on the counter as he turned the hob on and placed a frying pan on it. 

With an outstretched arm, Maddie reached for the bread, just missing it. She crawled onto the counter and snagged the bread. 

“You are as bad as your mother, darling.” Tom chuckled. “Climbing on the counters. Do you I put things in places you can’t reach?” He cracked several eggs into a bowl along with milk.

Maddie nodded her head. “No, no, Daddy. Bad daddy.” Her face fell into a pout that was the spitting image of her mother.

“You should tell your mum later. She’ll have to punish me.” He grabbed the spices. “Cinnamon.” He handed her the jar. 

Maddie opened the jar and stuck her nose into it, leading to her sneezing, sending a cloud of cinnamon onto Tom’s shirt. 

“Madison Hiddleston!” Tom’s face pinched into mock anger. “You did that on purpose!” 

Maddie giggled at first before turning serious, hands on her hips. “Did not!”

“Did too!” 

“DID NOT!” She stomped her foot. “Apologize!” 

Tom scoffed before wrapping his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry, Maddie bug. Now let’s make breakfast.”

She smiled and giggled as Tom’s beard tickled her neck. “No beard, Daddy!”

“You are one of the few people who would say that.” He soaked the bread in the mixture after Madison added the cinnamon and before long there was a plate piled high with slices of French toast. Tom cooked up some eggs and bacon while Maddie ate the first slices, sitting on the counter. Tom hopped up beside her, his own plate in hand. 

“I thought we agreed no sitting on the counter.” You grumbled as you stepped into the kitchen, half smiling. You rubbed your hands over your swollen belly, nearing 7 months later that month. 

Tom’s smile fell as he slid off the counter, holding his plate. “It was Madison’s idea.” He pointed at her, winking at you.

“WAS NOT! HE’S LYING, MUMMY!” Maddie pouted, not seeing the wink.

You marched up to Tom and jabbed a finger in his face, belly bumping him. “You lying about this poor sweet innocent girl luring you into breaking the rules, Hiddleston?” 

Maddie smiled a wide, toothy grin, two of her teeth missing. 

Tom pretended to consider his options but hanging his head, checking to make sure Madison was watching. “I was, darling. It was my idea. I was a naughty pea.” 

Maddie’s giggle was the perfect reward. You playfully swatted at Tom’s ass, only to have him scoot out of the way. You placed your hands on your hips. 

“You’ll pay for that!” You went to do it again. Tom scooped up Maddie, chuckling. 

“You wouldn’t hit a man holding your only child, would you? Not your precious daughter?”

Maddie giggled uncontrollably in Tom’s embrace. You stepped towards him. “Don’t be so sure, Hiddleston. She is your partner in crime.”

Tom placed Maddie on the floor. “Run, darling, she’ll never catch us. TO THE PLAY ROOM!!” And he took off down the hallway with Maddie toddled behind him, but not before grabbing her plushie.

“Wait for me, Daddy!” 

You shook your head as you heard screams of delight and giggles from down the hall. 

“Don’t be like them. They set such a poor example.” You said to your belly, rubbing it while fixing yourself a plate of French toast. There was a small kick to your ribs in response.

“Traitors, all of you.” you mused, eating some bacon.

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[little-diable]

Theatre nights - Tom Hiddleston (fluff/smut)

Request by anon: Hey, how are you doing?😊🌠 I thought i Saw a while back that we could request for Tom hiddleston so i hope i Saw that right😊 can you write a smutty Imagine where he and the reader are doing it for the first time with eachother and the reader is a little shy and nervous and Tom is all Sweet? I hope this is alright 😊🌠🌟

Thank you for the request lovie. This is my first Tom imagine, so I hope you like it just as much as I do. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make-” Tom began to stutter, trying to search for the words, (y/n)s eyes were focused on his script, she was sitting on his kitchen island, legs dangling over the edge. 

He shot her a desperate look, Tom ran a hand through his curls.

“Love known,” (y/n) whispered, giggling as he nuzzled his forehead into the crook of her neck, exhaling against her skin. “Let’s take your mind off this for a few minutes, alright?” She began to massage his neck.

Tom watched her hop down from the island, she began to prepare some tea for him, not noticing the way his eyes were intensely watching her. (Y/n) and Tom had been dating for a few weeks by now, they had met through mutual friends and had instantly clicked. She was quite a few years younger than him, something Tom would forget about from time to time, they had been taking things slow, Tom wasn’t in a hurry and (y/n) certainly wasn’t as well. 

Even though they had been going at it for a few weeks, Tom had a hard time drowning out his rather dark thoughts, the way he’d have to stop his hands from wandering down her body, the way he’d have to bite down the moans, that would tumble out of him as soon as they’d make out on his sofa, careful not to overstep any invisible lines and boundaries. 

“Here you go,” (y/n) placed the cup next to him, she sat down on the other end of his sofa, legs placed in his lap. “Nervous?” She asked him, knowing that his premier was coming up in less than four days. 

“Not really, as long as you’ll be near, I’ll be fine,” he ran his hands up and down her legs, smiling at the giggle, that fell from her lips, she couldn’t wait to watch him perform on stage. 

Tom couldn’t rip his eyes away from her.

“Tom?” (y/n) eyebrows were furrowed together, she sipped on her tea, gasping as he crawled up her body, hands placed on either sides of her head. He sunk down and pressed his lips against hers, careful not to crush her with his bodyweight, Tom began to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as she moaned. Slowly (y/n) placed the cup down on the table next to her, without breaking the kiss, she then tangled her hands in his locks, slightly tugging on his roots. 

“Love,” he mumbled, making her open her (y/e/c) eyes for him, he was watching her, searching for the right words. “Don’t stop,” she breathed out. (Y/n) felt nervous, shy to expose more of her body to his hungry eyes, but (y/n) knew, that Tom would never hurt her, he’d take care of her and make her feel just as loved. 

“Are you sure? We don’t hav-” (y/n) interrupted him with another kiss, she nodded her head “yes”, chuckling as he carried her towards his bedroom, softly placing her down on his bedsheets. 

Tom began to unbutton her blouse, his soft fingertips were tracing her skin, making goosebumps appear on her skin, (y/n) averted her eyes, the all too familiar anxiety began to creep back into her mind. 

“Gorgeous,” his British accent made her swoon, Tom grasped her chin, forcing her eyes back up to his glistering ones. “I’ll stop anytime you want me to,” he nibbled on her earlobe, his hands wandered to her bra, exploring their newfound territory, (y/n)s breath began to hitch in her chest. 

She slightly arched her back, he cupped her boobs, ran his thumb across her hardening nubs, Tom was set on making her feel as loved and appreciated as possible, he wanted to worship her body. 

“Can I?” he rasped out, eyes set on her bra, almost missing the slight nod of her head and the blush, that began to creep up her cheeks. (Y/n) closed her eyes, a shuttered breath left her lips, he began to unclasp her bra, slowly moving the straps down her arms, kissing his way down to her exposed breasts. 

A moan fell from her lips the moment he began to suck on her nipple, he was taking his time with her, Tom didn’t want to hurry things with her, didn’t want to scare her off. (Y/n) could feel his hardening length against her thigh, the way he cared for her, how he kissed and appreciated her body, gave her enough courage to move her thigh against his centre, making him growl. 

“Patience,” Toms eyes had turned to a darker green shade, making her shiver, (y/n) bit down on her lip, toning down the volume of another moan, that stumbled from her lips. 

His hands moved down to her jeans, he looked into her eyes, asking for permission once again, preparing himself to stop anytime she’d want him to. (Y/n) smiled at him, she ran her hand through his curls, giving him her permission to keep on touching her, Tom didn’t need to hear anything else, he began to unzip her trousers, moaning as his eyes found the fabric of her dark, lace panties. The fabric was soaked by now, (y/n) was dripping for him, aching for his touch, her anxiety long forgotten, she seemed to drown in his green eyes, a feeling of safety overtook her body, luring her in. 

“You’re soaked, love,” Tom couldn’t bite down the smirk, that pulled on his lips, the feeling of her wetness urged him on, kept him going, he pushed her panties down her legs, eyes focused on her glistering heat. He ran two fingers through her folds, coaxing another moan out of her, Tom dipped his head down and attached his lips to her clit, groaning as he tasted her for the first time, “fuck” (y/n)s head fell back into the pillow. 

Her (y/e/c) eyes fluttered close, she kept on tugging on his roots, her mind was racing, all over the place, she had never felt like this, nobody had ever loved and worshipped her like this before. Tom made sure, that he’d touch every inch of her gorgeous body, he couldn’t get enough of her, he’d do anything to stay buried between her thighs for the rest of his life, only to hear the small whimpers and moans, that fell from her lips. Slowly he pushed two fingers into her wetness, she felt tight around his skin, giving him enough inspiration to dream about the way she’d feel around his length. 

“Tom,” (y/n) moaned his name, his eyes snapped up to hers.“I need you,” she whimpered, (y/n) didn’t want to wait any longer, she wanted to feel him, needed to have him buried deep inside of her, to sooth her burning ache. (Y/n) sat up, she moved her hands up and down his toned chest, pushing the fabric of his shirt over his head, her eyes were hooked onto his upper body, loving the way his muscles flexed underneath her touch. Tom pulled off his trousers, his prominent bulge was throbbing against the fabric of his boxers, desperate to feel her around him. 

She ran her fingertips across his length, admired his skin, a silent moan made it past Toms lips, begging her to keep on touching him. (Y/n) moved the fabric of his boxers down his muscular legs, she wrapped her hand around his member and slowly began to pump it, loving the way his skin felt so soft in her hands. Tom grasped her shoulders, gave her a slight shove backwards, making her fall against his bedsheets, his big hands moved to her middle, squeezing her skin. 

“Are you ready, my love?” he whispered, Tom kissed her, making her taste herself on his tongue. 

As she whimpered a small “yes” he began to part her folds with his tip, groaning the deeper he sunk into her heat, she felt tight around him, so much better than he had ever imagined as he kept on touching himself. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his thrusts were slow and deep, giving her enough time to adjust to his length, an unfamiliar euphoria overtook her body, making her squeeze her eyes shut. (Y/n) clawed her nails into his skin, she couldn’t focus on anything, besides the way he felt buried deep inside of her, stretching her around his length, making her insides burn. 

Tom began to speed up his thrusts, making her whimper his name, his grip on her began to tighten, he placed his forehead against her collarbones, exhaling against her skin. His hot breath fanned over the spot, sending shivers up her spine, deep growls and moans left the tall man, (y/n) was obsessed with his sounds, the way he kept on moaning her name. He began to rub her clit with his thumb, intensifying the tingles, that overtook her body, she could feel her orgasm nearing, it wouldn’t take her long, till she’d be pushed over the edge. 

Her walls began to flutter around him, she was leaving marks on his skin, marks he’d find himself admiring later on, Tom lightly bit into the place where her shoulder met her neck, he’d follow shortly after. 

“That’s it, cum for me, love,” he groaned, her walls clenched around his length, his name fell from her lip as the knot in her lower belly began to explode. The tight grip she had on him was enough to push him over the edge, he kept on riding her through her high, only slowing down the speed of his thrusts as his own orgasm overtook his body, making him release himself into her heat. 

Both were heavily breathing, (y/n) was cuddled into his sweaty chest, head placed on top of his rapidly beating heart, making her smile. Tom kissed her forehead, he whispered a small “thank you”, his eyes were closed, relishing in the feeling of being that close to her, grateful for the way she seemed to trust him and his instincts, hoping, that she’d never let go of him. 

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[dungeons-bat]

The Coffee Shop (10th Chap-Final)

Warnings: None.

Taglist: @ca-loki

The complete fic

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"So, Isa, how did it happen?" - This was my first interview after Anthony. When Thom and I finished your last film, he gifted us a trip trough Greece, a place I dreamed to go to. There, he asked me to marry him, a proposal I accepted with no second thoughts. And then, a year after that, we discovered that I was very much pregnant. Now, Tony is two, and I'm going back to work.

"Stephen, I think it happened just like fangirls would like it to happen." - I said, laughing. "Well, I met him when I worked as a singer in a restaurant. Funny enough, I didn't recognize him right away, even though I had seen pretty much all his works." - I finally answered his question. "Oh, and Tom, how did you know that she was the one? I mean, you have half a world dreaming about you, and back then, Isa was not THE Isabela Birch we know now." - Just hearing that made Tom laugh. "Hehehehe. Well, I'm not pretty sure if you've ever heard her singing, but I may tell you that it is just amazing. I was going back home, and I was incredibly hungry, so I just got inside the first restaurant I saw. Isa was singing there, and hearing her voice made my heart skip a beat. I just kept going there, trying to find the courage to ask her out. And funny enough, I kinda never did." - He said. "Oh honey, that's not truth, you always ask me out." - I said. "I only did after we kissed, heheheh. Well, as I was saying, I would always see her eyes on me, I think she knew my face was familiar, but could not quite figure out where she knew me from. One day, she just came to my table and asked. When she pulled the chair in front of me, I just realized that I should marry this girl." - My chest was warm. Thomas is just so… I don't even have the words to explain it. "Well, I guess you got what you wanted, hahaha." - Said Stephen. "Indeed." - Tom and I said, together.

When someone asks me why I believe in faith, that's why. I have a dream life, married to the sweetest guys I've ever met, I have a little boy who's smarter than I am myself. I work with my husband, my dream profession. That's just how it was supposed t be. It was written in the stars and no one can convince me the other way.

My life turned upside down, transformed itself in a story that I would not believe to be truth some years back. All because a gorgeous star was hungry, and I was low on money.

And I thank The Coffee Shop for that.

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[deans-mind-palace]

Tom Hiddleston x Y/N

Fake!Instagram Hiddles

These are made by me. I know you probably aren't interested in Tom because this is a Supernatural blog, but I love Tom with all my heart. He's my most favourite celeb ever followed by Jensen and Misha. I made an Instagram story with Tom x Y/N following different steps of their relationship. I'd like to do something like that for TFW and/or J2M. This one is female. I'd like to make it neutral, if possible. Would you like to have something like that?❤️ Are there any Hiddlestoners out there?😊🙈

These pics are from Pinterest. I tried to choose ones that look like Tom. And a child, I called him Octavio because of Shakespeare, which I think looks like Tom with his curls. What do you think?😊

1. Proposal and Wedding

2. Being pregnant and having a child

For the second part, click here.

Please note that these are not my pictures BUT this is my work! Please do not copy or steal it. I put a lot of effort into it and it would break my heart. 💔

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[tehgvicious]

Hi. It's fanficshiddles here. I am contacting as many of my old followers as I can find/remember. My account was terminated with no warning. I'm trying to get it back through support. Until then I have this blog as back up. If you could help spread the word that would be amazing. Thank you!

You got it! I wondered what happened. Glad you're back up and running.

Friends. Follow the back up here!

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[onaheroicmission]

Seriously considering rewriting His English Heart because I’m not 17 anymore and think I could do a lot more with it (and make it a little less cringe)

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[nelianelmarinel]

Christmas Confession

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Plot: Tom asked Y/N to go to a party but Y/N was feeling sick.

Note: made not during Christmas time but the idea just went in. any feedback is appreciated. ;)

“Of all days to be sick, it had to be today.” You told yourself as you got up your bed and tried to get up, but you were too dizzy to even sit up straight from your bed.

It was the last day of shoot before the winter break and you had to be sick now.

You enjoyed coming to work as Tom’s hair and makeup person. You were not the only one though as this was your first time to work up close with a celebrity, so you were still under a mentor. Though you were still under training, you were sometimes left alone with Tom and you became quite close to him as the weeks went by.

Today, happened to be like one of those days that you’ll be working alone for Tom.

You did not have any time for being sick, as your mentor, Julie, is out of town for a wedding rehearsal.

You drank your paracetamol to try to ease your feeling, though you know that still pushing through the day you’ll not feel any better.

You went ahead to work, and Tom was his usual “Loki” in teasing you.

“My darling, you will join us later at the party, whether you like it or not.” He said which made you roll your eyes.

“I know, I know, but I’m just a mere human, I don’t think I’m welcome.” You answered back, trying to make yourself sound okay, good thing you don’t look sickly on the outside yet.

Tom chuckled and said, “Of course, you’re more than welcome, I will need a slave for the night.”

“Oh, but of course, I should have known better, you only need me for such favors, well let me think about it.” You said back smiling as you were to get something, with your back turned on him.

You were startled as you turned around to see him standing so close to you and looking at you so seriously.

“I’m serious Y/N, not that I need a slave. I wanted you to come with us to the party. I wanted to be with you as a friend.” He said seriously.

You felt your cheeks turn red and not wanting him to notice you feeling unwell, you distanced yourself a bit from him as if to try to get something in relation to his costume, and said to him, “Sure, I will come with you later, if you have something for me. It’s Christmas after all.” You then turned around to wink.

“Sure, my love! I already have the thing prepared for you.” He winked back at you.

“Already excited my love.” You answered back winking again and went on ahead with your work.

 The shoot took long, and you only had the chance to meet with Tom during lunch to give him his food and drink and you went back to the trailer to sleep.

However, sleeping only triggered the sick feeling inside of you. You felt colder and the winter air did not help. You tried getting up, but you were really dizzy and you fell back right to bed and you did not notice sleeping.

 Tom finished his scene and is to get ready for the party later. He’s excited as he is to give a special gift to you. He felt really close with you recently and he felt that he wanted to try to take it to the next level with you but just did not know how to approach you.

Entering his trailer, he teased you with one of his usual antics, “Human, I have come home and I’ll need further assistance with the preparation for the party.”

He only heard you moan, and you were unable to further respond.

Tom noticed and went to check in on you. “What happened my love?” touching your cheek, he felt your temperature and concern was seen on his face. “You have a fever! Why didn’t you let me know?”

He took a small basin, put water in it, and took a towel to wipe your face and arms to try to make you feel refreshed. Good thing as well that he has a good supply of blankets inside, he brought it out for you to use.

He tried to see if he can cook up soup for you, but there were no available ingredients in the trailer and decided to order up instead.

“I ordered soup darling. For now, I made tea for you. I hope this helps. Did you take your medicine yet my love?”

“Yes Tom, thank you, tea would be very helpful. I did take my medicine earlier as well. I’m sorry for the trouble.” You said as you tried to sit.

“Oh no trouble my love! I would love to serve my human sometimes.” He answered, Loki style as he assisted you sitting up.

“I’m sorry I may not be able to join the party later. I don’t think I’m fit enough to party.” You apologized as you took a sip from the tea cup.

“It’s okay Y/N. I understand. We can party here, just the two of us. I’ll let them know that we won’t be able to come.”

“No! I don’t want to stop you from anything! You don’t need to stop your social life just because I got sick or anything.”

Tom held you on your shoulders, looked deeply into your eyes, and said, “Y/N, I would rather stay here with you, make sure you’ll get better, than to party all night while my mind wanders here whether you’re doing okay or not. So, I’m staying here with you and I will take care of you.”

You blushed and looked away, “Okay fine. I won’t stop you from taking care of me. I just, I feel like I’m burdening you when I’m not supposed to. You’re special, I’m not, and I don’t want to-“

Tom pecked your lips which made your eyes widen.

“Y/N, never say you’re not special. You are to me. And I wanted to tell you this on Christmas day but I can’t wait any longer. I think I’m falling for you Y/N. I don’t know where this will lead to, but I want us to take this one day at a time. And I want to know you better. I’d like to ask if you’d want to date me? Because I would like to date you Y/N.”

You were taken aback by his confession. You never thought that he’d tell you this. Never have you imagined as well that he’d have feelings for you and that your relationship will take more that being friends.

Tom seems taken aback as well, with the tension being felt in the room, he cleared his throat and further said, “I’m serious Y/N. You don’t have to give me an answer right away. I know this is sudden but my feelings and intentions for you are true and I won’t be going anywhere. Well, I may be traveling a lot because of my career, but if you’ll give me an answer, my heart that I’m willing to offer, will stay with you wherever we may be.”

“I’m just shocked Tom. I never thought you’d feel that way for me nor will you see me more than your friend. Plus, the kiss kept on replaying on my mind, I got oblivious of the moment. I like you a lot Tom. I’m not sure how this new relationship we’re planning to start will go, but I think I’m willing to take a risk.” You answered back to him, making him smile.

“Y/N, I’m happy enough to have you here with me now. And I’m happy that you feel the same way as I do. As for the kiss,�� he paused and went in closer to attempt to kiss you again which you took, smiling before his lips touched yours, this time, much more passionate, making you pull him closer to you, and him holding onto your back and the back of your head, to deepen the kiss.

You both stopped when someone knocked on the door. “Delivery for Tom Hiddleston!”. Catching both of your breaths, you both smiled as he said to you, “I’ll be back, my love. Let me take care of you for now, let’s make plans for the both of us once you get better.”

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[shittylittleweirdo]

Generally, another post of British HOT, VERY HOT, FUCKING HOT, SHITTINGLY HOT guys flipping everyone off...

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[lindsey-laufeyson]

Some Updates!

So, I’ve written a few chapters of a new Hiddlesfic I’ve been working on and I think I’m ready to post chapter 1! I know there are like 2 people out there who are patiently waiting for TFL (I’m so blocked on Wedding Day pt. 2 😩) and/or TFTH updates, and to those lovely people I say, I’m so sorry it’s been so long! I promise I am not done with either of those series, I just didn’t want to lose the inspiration for this new one and it’s hard for me to switch back and forth between worlds.

Anyway, thank you for bearing with my ADHD ass and I hope you like what’s to come!

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[justthehiddleswrites]

Choose Your Fighter | Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

A/N: So this started months ago as a silly little idea of Tom being taken down by a duvet cover.  I started writing it back then and just finished it yesterday because I wasn’t writing.  All I remember is the conversation was with @yespolkadotkitty​ (the spaniel in the header is NOT Bobby)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (more of a gen fic)

Summary: Mud and a brand new duvet cover don’t mix.

Warnings:  none

THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORIES! TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED. 

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The peaceful day of morning had turned into a drizzly gray afternoon. Not unheard of in London, but disappointing just the same. Tom was looking forward to warmer weather and sunny days. Particularly to spend them with you. He headed into the bedroom to pick up the book he was currently reading when he spied paw prints. Muddy paw prints. On the brand new duvet, you purchased just that past weekend in Bicester at the White Company at a steal.

“BOBBY!” Tom’s voice boomed through the house. 

He overheard the telltale jangle of Bobby’s collar as the spaniel made his way to the master bedroom. Bobby skidded to a stop when he spied Tom’s face pinched. His butt flopped against the hardwood floor just at the entryway.

“Mud on the new duvet, Bobby? The one she is so proud of?” Tom spoke to the dog as though he would respond. Slowly, Tom’s shoulders relaxed and his breath slowed as Bobby’s brown eyes peer up at him. “Bobby, you know she will have both of our hides if she sees this. Come help.” Bobby promptly trotted off down the hall. “TRAITOR!” Tom called after him before turning his attention to the bed. 

Tom made short order of stripping the bed of its sheets and shoving them into the washer. After ten minutes, he finally wrestled Bobby into the tub to wash his paws. “Honestly, Bobby.” he muttered to himself. “Do you need to go back to obedience school?” The dog responded with a bark. “Then prove me wrong, buddy.” Another bark. 

Tom dried him off and headed off to put everything into the dryer before finally settling down with his book. The dryer went off, and he carried an armful of sheets to the master bedroom. He made quick work of putting on the fitted and flat sheet and then stared at the duvet and cover. Tom watched you put it on the other day, but hadn’t paid too must attention. 

“How hard can it be?” Tom chuckled as he grabbed the comforter and duvet with confidence.

Fifteen minutes later, you came home, carrying groceries. 

“Darling?” You called out when Tom didn’t meet you in the kitchen. No answer, but you swore you heard grunting and a curse word or two from the bedroom. Bobby’s head poked around a corner.

“What has he gotten himself into?” you asked. 

Bobby barked in response.

You chuckled and headed down the hall with Bobby’s nails clicking behind you on the floor. Not sure what to expect when you opened the door, but your husband wrestling with the bedding was not one of them. 

“I didn’t realize it was laundry day, Tom?” you commented, leaning against the doorframe. 

His head poked out from inside the duvet cover. “Darling!” His ginger curls sticking out every direction and glasses slightly cockeyed. “I didn’t hear you come in. Just straightening up.” He fixed his glasses and flashed a wide smile. 

You crossed your arms. “I made the bed before I left this morning, Tom. Shouldn’t you be better at lying? God of Lies, my ass.”

“Hey! I only play one on screen.” Tom continued to fumble with the sheets. “Someone might have gotten mud on the cover.” He shot a glare at Bobby, who was curled around your ankles. On that note, Bobby turned tail and headed back to the kitchen. “THAT’S RIGHT, RUN!”

You giggled and stepped into the mess, wrapping your arms around his waist. “And you thought you could hide the evidence before I got home?” 

“Precisely. But that…” He jabbed a finger at the sheets. “… has defeated me. A worthy opponent.”

You raised a brow. “More worthy than that super strappy set of lingerie I wore for our anniversary.”

“Far more worthy. I could use scissors on that.” He wiggled his brows. 

“I spent good money on that!” You smacked his chest. “Come on, let me help you.” You grabbed the cover and shoved the comforter into his hands. In a matter of minutes you had the cover on. 

Tom stood there, mouth agape. “Witchcraft.”

You smirked. “Practice.” You snapped your fingers. “How about we switch chores, you make the bed and I take Bobby for a walk?” You shoved pillowcases into his hands and trotted down the hallway, whistling for Bobby.

“HEY!” 

“You’ll be an expert in no time.” You yelled back. He overheard the jangle of Bobby’s collar, followed soon by the front door slamming.

“Traitors, all of you.” he grumbled as he finished making the bed. 

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Make It Hard For Me | Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

A/N: So today is my 2nd anniversary of being on this hellsite that I love!  Two years, peeps!  I can’t believe it!  I am so blessed with amazing experiences!  So I decided to combine some of my favorite things into one delicious fic, a little submissive Tom and one bed left. Enjoy! Also no teasers this week because this!!!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

Summary:  The hotel lost your best friend’s, Tom Hiddleston, hotel reservation.  So now you are sharing a room.  A room with one king sized bed.  Add in that you are hopelessly in love with your best friend.  This is a recipe for disaster.  Tom has a very arousing dream the first night in the room which only further complicates matters.  

Warnings:  Smut (light D/S dynamics, male submissive, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, mattress humping, sex dream), cursing, flirting, um I think that is it).

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Tom shoved the heavy hotel door open with his shoulder, hands full with his luggage. You followed behind him, ladened with your own bags. Tom scowled and huffed when he dropped the bags just inside the door. You stumbled around him.

“I can’t believe the hotel lost my reservation!” Tom groaned. You put your bags down on the ground and sighed. Tom hadn’t stopped whining since he discovered they would share a room for the next two days.

“At least they didn’t lose mine.” you responded. “Then we would really be up shit’s creek.”

Tom stepped into the room. “Fuck. We are up shit’s creek.” He chuckled darkly.

You peeked around him to see what caused your normally composed friend to curse. You spied a single king sized bed. Your cheeks heated at the thought of sharing a bed with Tom.

“It will be fine. I’ll just take….” you scanned the room. “… that chair over there.”

Tom screwed his face up, and then his shoulders relaxed, taking a deep breath. “If anyone is sleeping in a chair or on the floor, it will be me, darling. It is your room.” He removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I apologize for my mood. I don’t travel well.”

You flopped onto the bed. Tom’s eyes widened as your boobs bounced. He stuck his hand in his pocket and adjusted while your eyes were closed. “I remember that trip to New York two years ago. You were an absolute bear until you slept.” you groaned, wincing as you dug underneath your hips extracting a TV remote. “Speaking of Schitt’s Creek, want to watch the latest season?” You waggled the remote at Tom, whose hand was still in his pocket. “I’ll even pay for room service.” you sing-songed the last sentence.

Tom’s lips curled in a smile and he chuckled, dropping his chin down. “Let me take a shower first and wash off the flight.” He headed towards the bathroom.

“Don’t use all the hot water!” you yelled after him, grabbing the room service menu and flipping through it.

Tom’s head popped around a corner. He gave a brief salute. “Yes, ma’am.” he smirked before disappearing again.

You fell back onto the mattress. “Fuck me.” you hissed.

-

Two hours later, Tom lied on the bed, his curls still half wet, eating room service chocolate cake and watching the latest escapades of the Rose family. You stifled a yawn next to him. Tom paused the episode.

“Sorry, the jet lag is finally hitting me.” you yawned again. Tom turned off the TV and stood up, pulling his shirt off. Your eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing?”

Tom stared at you, confused. “Getting ready for bed? I sleep in boxers.”

“Oh.” You squirmed under the covers.

Tom held out his hands. “Unless you are going to be uncomfortable—”

“NO!” you snapped back a bit too quick. “No. It’s fine. You are the one who has to work, you should be comfortable.” You flipped his side of the covers back. “Get in.”

Tom blushed, but slipped under the sheets just the same. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, ruffling his hair. His blush deepened. Tom turned onto his side to hide his face. “Night.”

“Night.” You snuggled under the covers and switched off the light before slipping into a deep sleep. Tom stared at the ceiling, too worked out to even consider sleeping.

-

Tom’s moans pulled you out of a restless sleep. The room was dark from the blackout curtains. You squinted to make out his form on the other side of the bed. He was on his stomach and grunting. It took several moments before you realized what Tom was doing. Your breath caught in your throat. You should have turned away, but you didn’t. Your friend, your crush, the starring role in all your sexual fantasies was grinding against the mattress next to you. Moaning.

“Please.” Tom whined in his sleep, hips rocking. “Please, ma’am, let me…”

You gasped, loud enough to disrupt Tom, who rolled onto his side. Whether or not he woke up was unclear. You rolled over in haste, not realizing how close to the edge you had scooted to stare. The loud thud of your body hitting the unyielding hotel room floor woke Tom for certain. He bolted from the bed and rushed to your side of the bed.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked, his face masked with worry, brow furrowed. He was unaware of the raging hard-on stretching against his boxers until it was too late. Tom prayed you hadn’t noticed.

You had, but were in too much shock to say anything. “Fine. I’m fine.” You brushed off his offered hand, scrambling to your feet. “Just a nightmare.”

Tom straightened himself up and twisted his body into an unnatural position to hide his clear arousal. Still deluded that you hadn’t noticed. “Must have been some nightmare.” Tom chuckled and his laugh disappeared into the dark night, leaving nothing but an awkward silence.

“It was something alright.” you retorted, slipping back underneath the covers. You punched the pillow back into shape. “I’m going to get some more sleep. You?”

Tom couldn’t go back to sleep now, next to you. Not in such a state. He tried to remember what he had been dreaming about before you hit the floor. The dream drifted out of his mind like tendrils of smoke, but considering his state, it must have been a sex dream.

“I’ll hit the bathroom first.” He hooked his thumb behind him. “Don’t wait up.” He joked before ducking away.

You settled in and feigned sleep until Tom returned, and the two of you drifted off.

-

The alarm rang too soon for Tom’s taste. He groaned, reaching out for his phone, hitting the snooze.

“Five more minutes.” he muttered into his pillow.

You stood up and slipped into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. When you emerged, Tom still laid asleep. His bare back exposed to the air. You marveled at the form of him, wondering how it would feel to run your hands along the planes and angles of Tom’s body. Your body heated at the thought of what you would or could do to him.

“You’re staring.” Tom’s voice cut through your daydream.

You jumped a bit. “Sorry.”

Tom sat up and smiled, ruffling his mussed ginger curls. “It’s okay. Just not used to the stares coming from you of all people.” He reached over and grabbed his shirt from last night, pulling it on.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, boy.” You slipped the last word and smiled as Tom blushed at the moniker. As you suspected he would. You stepped toe to toe with him, tilting your chin to see his face. “Now go take a shower while I order breakfast.”

“I love it when you boss me around.” Tom smiled, trying his best to keep his body from betraying his true feelings.

You curled up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “One of the many reasons we are best friends.” You smirked as Tom slid past you, smacking his butt.

He spun around in shock. “What has gotten into today?” The corners of his lips twitching into a smile.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe I thought you needed to be punished.” Your eyes twinkled. “Have you been naughty?”

The blood drained from Tom’s face. Had you seen something, he panicked. “No.” he choked out, digging through his luggage to find clothes for the day and ducking into the shower.

You stared at the spot where Tom once stood, hands on your hips. “Liar.” And then went hunting for the room service menu to order breakfast for Tom and yourself.

-

Tom ate his entire plate of pancakes and bacon, along with not one but two cups of coffee.

“Are you planning on running a marathon today?” you questioned as you nibbled on your fruit, having finished up some eggs earlier.

Tom wiped his mouth. “I don’t know when I will get time to eat again. Low blood sugar is a common problem at cons.”

“Well, we can’t have you passing out, can we?” you giggled.

Tom stood up. “Are you going to head over with me today?”

You shook your head. “Nah. I thought I would lie out at the pool for a bit.”

Tom nodded back. “Just as well. I’m only over there in the morning. Meet you back here for lunch?”

“Text me when you head back?”

“Will do.” He kissed your forehead.

“Good boy.” There goes that blushing again. “Have fun.”

Tom cleared his throat. “Right.” He pulled on his pair of well worn grey boots, grabbed his phone, sunglasses and hotel key before leaving the room.

-

The weather was hot, but a light breeze kept you from overheating poolside. You brought a book along to read but were too distracted to focus on William Joyce. This morning had brought some answers, but more questions. Questions about your relationship with Tom. By the time he texted you saying he was 15 minutes away, you resolved to clear the air once and for all.

No one noticed how distracted Tom was that morning. The perks of working with strangers. Had Luke or even being Benedict been around, he would have to explain why he couldn’t remember people’s names and his sudden case of butterfingers. Something was going on with you. That was all Tom knew. That and the fact he was hopelessly in love with you. Sharing a bed last night tipped him over to the point of confessing his feelings, just to clear the air. But he chickened out.

“Tom!” you called out from the bathroom as you heard the door slam to the hotel room. “I need help.”

Tom rushed to the sound of your voice. He stopped in his tracks when he spied you standing in the bathroom wearing just your swimsuit, still damp from your swim. It hugged your curves and Tom swallowed hard.

“I can’t get the strap undone. Will you help me?” You glanced over your shoulder at him. Tom blinked several times, not answering. “Tom?” You barely contained your smile. “Did you hear me?”

“What?”

“My suit strap.” You gestured around your neck. “Untie it for me.”

“Sure.” He choked out. “I’ll just…” You backed up until you pressed your body against him. You wiggled your ass against his crotch. “You are a bit too close.” He commented as he struggled to keep his fingers from shaking.

You jumped forward. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it hard.”

Tom’s fingers stopped picking at the knot. “What did you say?”

“I said I didn’t mean to make it hard, you know, untying the knot.” Tom finished undoing the knot, letting the straps fall on your back. His hands lighted on your shoulders, hot from the time in sun. You turned to face him, holding your suit up with your arm. How he wished you would move your arm. “What did you think? I was flirting?” You quirked an eyebrow.

Tom fidgeted, hands twisting in front of him, rocking back on his heels. “Well… no… of course not… that’s… you’re… and we are…” he mumbled and fumbled, cheeks turning a deep pink.

“Because I was.” You brushed past him, allowing the suit to drop as you stepped out of Tom’s sight.

It took Tom a second to register what you said. He turned on his heel to catch you digging for some clothes and pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours. Your fingers weaved into Tom’s hair and you pulled his head away.

“So…” Your chest heaved against Tom’s, your nipples grazing along the fabric of his shirt.

“I want you.” Tom breathed, leaning to kiss you again. You tugged him away.

“I want you too.” You pulled him to whisper in his ear. “I saw you last night humping the mattress, begging. Will you beg for me, Tom?”

Tom gulped. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You smirked at Tom, whose eyes grew wider every second.

“Yes, ma’am?” He ended his sentence with a question mark.

“Good boy.” You pressed your lips onto his as Tom moaned into your mouth. Tom’s tongue explored your mouth hungrily. Your hands slipped down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. “Very good boy.” you muttered, pushing Tom off of you. You shimmied out of your suit and took a seat at the edge of the bed. “Strip for me.”

Tom furrowed his brow. You frowned. “I don’t enjoy repeating myself, Tom. Now strip.”

The speed in which Tom peeled off his clothes probably broke records. You giggled as he hopped on one foot, tugging at his boots. You raised a single eyebrow and licked your lips when Tom pushed his jeans and boxers to the ground. “See something you like?” Tom responded.

“Just thinking all the rumors are true.” You leaned back onto your elbows and beckoned Tom over. He crawled on top of you to kiss you again. You pulled him away by the back of his head, pushing him down your torso. “Let’s find out how talented that mouth is.”

Tom pushed your legs open with his broad shoulders. His beard tickling your thighs. Tom sucked on the delicate skin before ghosting his lips over yours, earning a hitch in your breath. You tugged his hair hard.

“Stop teasing.”

“Yes. ma’am.” He licked a fat stripe along your slit. You shuddered and sighed.

“Yes. That’s a good boy.”

The praise only spurred on Tom’s efforts. His nose nudged your clit. You bucked up into him. As Tom sucked and licked you, your orgasm near.

“Tom, I’m…”

Your nails dug into his scalp when he sucked hard. You came with a scream and gushed onto Tom’s face, who continued to eat you out. You pulled him up and spun the two of you so Tom laid flat on his back. You teased the tip of his cock along your slit.

“You tell me when you are close.” You kissed his lips, his beard glistening. He tasted of you.

Tom nodded against you. You lowered yourself onto his cock. Tom hissed and grabbed your hips. You pushed his hands away. Tom whined.

“This is not about you. This is about me using you for pleasure. I will decide whether or not you get to cum, understood?” You stared down at him.

Tom twitched inside of you. “Yes ma’am.” You rocked against him. Tom bit his lip.

“I want to hear you.” You continued to ride him, flattening your palms against his chest.

Soon you could sense Tom getting close. “I’m…” Tom panted. You stopped moving on him. You clenched around him. Tom groaned, his eyes closing and his hands fisting at his sides.

“Do you want to cum, Tom?” You mock pouted.

“Please…” You clenched his shaft again with your walls and wiggled a bit.

“Please, please, please let me cum. I want to cum. I need to cum.” Tom pleaded. His eyes wide as you moved so slow on him.

You reached down to find your clit and rubbed it with your fingers. Your hips rocked back and forth frantically. You reached up with your other hand and squeezed your boob. You came with a gasp, squeezing tight around Tom.

“Come for me.” You hissed.

Tom bucked into you twice before spilling into you. You collapsed against Tom’s chest. He panted, his chest hair tickling your face. His hands reached up to draw swirls onto your bare back, goosebumps popping up. You rolled off of him to the side. Grabbing his chin and turning his head, you kissed his lips with a tender touch.

“I think we need to talk.” you commented with a smile.

Tom’s eyes fluttered open. “That is an understatement.”

The two of you giggled in each other’s arms.

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[painfullythickimagines]

Blind Side - Chapter 9

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Surrounded by piles of bridal photos and magazines, you sat at the dining room table, completely overwhelmed. You’d been looking at gowns of all styles, shapes, and colors for hours - mermaid and A-line, ivory and blush; there were simply too many options. This was usually when Thomas would swoop in, remarking how much he liked one of the options, and the decision was made. But you wanted the dress to be a surprise.

“Because this is the last wedding gown I’m ever going to wear, Mr. Hiddleston,” you said to the empty room. Suddenly remembering you had a lunch date with your fiancé, you looked down at your diamond encrusted watch to see that you were late. “Oh, shit.”

You dumped a few magazines into your oversized bag, slipping into a pair of matching Louboutin pumps. Heading out the door, you sent a text to Thomas as the elevator carried you downstairs.

{On my way!! Distracted by a pile of gowns.}

{I’m sure whatever you choose will look lovely on the floor of our honeymoon suite.}

You arrived at Thomas’s office, strutting through the door. As soon as you realized the reception area was completely empty, an idea occurred to you. You unbuttoned your silk top, baring your black lace bra. With your hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath in as you pushed the door wide open, striking a pose in the door frame.

“Hello, lover.”

It was only then that you noticed Thomas’s assistant sitting across the desk from him, getting redder by the second. You rushed to close your top as Thomas tried to hide his laughter.

“Are you speaking to me or Miss Trevor?” he spoke between giggles.

“Thomas, really!” you said as his assistant tried to squeeze past you in the doorway, desperate to leave the room. “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really! We were finished,” she said, closing the door in a hurry.

You turn to Thomas, whose head was still in his hands, trying to hide his laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“On the contrary, my love. You always make an impression,” he said, finally composing himself enough to stand and pull out a chair for you. “Actually, it was probably good that this happened.”

You couldn’t possibly fathom how anything even remotely positive could come from your own embarrassment. “Care to explain?”

“Well, Clara has always been a bit frightened of you.” A puzzled look fell over your face. “My assistant...” Thomas added. “You’ve been here how many times and you don’t even know her name?”

“Well! She’s so quiet. She practically runs away every time I’m here,” you said, motioning to what just happened in the doorway.

“Maybe she didn’t like your bra,” Thomas teased. “You know, she could probably help us out with some wedding planning. She’s truly remarkable when it comes to research. I could tell her what we’re looking for in a venue, and she could find it within the hour.”

“Really?” Your interest was piqued. Everything had been going to smoothly until you and Thomas started looking for a venue. It didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sure what you even wanted. “Do you think she would?”

“I don’t see why not. You don’t want to hire a wedding planner, so maybe this could be a solution. Just a little help when necessary.”

“I told you, Thomas, I’m not handing our day over to anyone. It’s what I’ve always done in the past, but I want to be more involved this time.” You weren’t a superstitious woman, but if three weddings coordinated by event planners had ended in divorce, you were willing to do the work yourself if it meant you and Thomas could live happily ever after. “I have to admit, I could use the help, though.”

“Why don’t you go to lunch together? I have some briefings to catch up on before my appointments this afternoon anyway. Get to know each other, talk about the wedding, see how it goes,” he said, reaching into his wallet.

“But I was looking forward to lunch with you,” you said, taking the credit card from Thomas’s grasp as you sat down on his lap. You took his curls between your fingers, expressing your displeasure with a firm tug.

“You better go before I have you right here on my desk,” said Thomas.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered into his ear before setting off for the door. Looking back, you saw Thomas licking his lips, watching your every move. You strolled to the door, swaying your hips along the way. With a wink and a kiss, you were gone.

You sat on your balcony, sipping a glass of merlot as you waited for Thomas to come home. You knew when you left that you’d be in for an interesting night - you had seen that look in his eyes only once before. It had been the start of your longest, most passionate sex to date. Just thinking about it got your heart racing.

{There in 5. Wait for me in the bedroom.}

You tipped your wine glass back as you walked into the apartment. You left the empty glass on the dining room table and undressed, leaving a trail of clothes all the way to the bed. You sat stark naked on the bed as you heard Thomas’s keys in the door. After what felt like an eternity, Thomas sauntered into the bedroom, a glass of ice water in his hand. He placed it on the nightstand before he finally spoke.

“Would you like to try something new tonight?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied. In the time you’ve been together, Thomas has introduced you to a great number of things you’d never tried before. Indian food. Ice skating. Vibrating panties. The look in his eyes told you this was not the night to be timid.

Never breaking eye contact, Thomas slowly undid his tie. The room was silent save for the faint sound of fabric sliding against itself. Finally, he yanked the tie from around his collar, sending a whipping sound through the air, giving you goosebumps.

“Cover your eyes,” Thomas said, tossing the tie onto your lap. You pick it up, turning over in your hands as you contemplated complying. You could say no. Toss it onto the floor and let him spank you a few times for refusing. You always enjoyed that. What would happen if you put on the blindfold, you didn’t know - but you wanted to.

Carefully, you tie the fabric around your head, knotting it tightly in the back. You listened closely for any clues as to what would come next.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed. You leaned back on your elbows, scooting yourself to the center of the bed. You lay on your back, perfectly still, unsure of what to expect next. Just then, you felt Thomas brush his hand against your thigh. He gently massaged every muscle in each of your legs, the stress of the day slowly melting away. Finally, to your relief, his fingers slipped between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” said Thomas in a low growl. You did as you were told, sliding your heels across the satin sheets. “Bend your knees. I want to see all of you.”

Your damp skin was cold as your lips spread apart. There was no hiding your desire any longer. Unable to see anything but darkness, your other senses were hyper-aware. The cold air breezing across your center, the subtle scent of Thomas’s cologne, the soft padding of his footsteps to the nightstand to take a drink. Your breath clutched in your chest as you heard him climb onto the bed. You felt the weight of his body pressing into the mattress, yet not so much as a single breath on your skin.

His arms wrap around your thighs as he settles in on his elbows. It took you a moment to comprehend what happened next - a freezing cold surface passed over your labia, sending ice through your veins. Thomas let the cube slide from between his lips onto the top of your mound. You try to wiggle it away, but Thomas was holding you perfectly still. Droplets melted from your warmth, sliding into the folds of your center. That’s when he started to blow - as if the ice-cold water wasn’t chilling enough on its own. Your pearl tingled; your legs quivered.

“Thomas...” you gasped.

His long tongue flickered over your center before replying. “Yes?”

“I’m going to get you back for this,” you said.

“I’m counting on it.” Your words were like fuel on his fire. His appetite was ravenous; he lapped up your desire, savoring the sweet juices. He squeezed tight on your curves every time you let out a moan, leaving marks wherever he touched. He wanted you to wake up tomorrow knowing exactly who you belonged to.

“Thomas, please...” you begged for your release. Every time he felt you approaching climax, he stopped. The past hour was absolute torture - and you were loving every minute of it.

“Not now, darling,” he said, pulling the tie from your face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

Thomas got to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the floor. You watch as he undoes his belt, then the button on his pants. He finally reaches the zipper, his solid erection eager to escape. He tried wriggling out of his trousers, but his anticipation got the better of him.

“Oh, fuck it,” he said as he leaned over your body, pressing himself into you. You gasped for air as if you’d been held underwater, finally free. He filled you, consumed you, made you feel whole. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure spread through your body - but Thomas took your chin in his hand, directing you to face him straight on.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you.”

You did as you were told, not daring to break eye contact for even a moment. He wrapped his arms around your knees, holding you tight as he thrusted hard and slow. You moaned every time he slammed into you, crying out for more as he took his time sliding back out. Then, with a quick jerk of his hips, he’d slam right back in.

Your body writhed with agony. Your hands were everywhere - through your hair, cupping your breasts, tugging on the sheets. Thomas himself was just out of reach, slick with sweat, his curls clinging to his forehead. He looked around, finding the tie he had tossed to the side. He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he tied them tightly to the headboard.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.” He kissed your forehead as his pace evened out; he moved to your lips, demanding deep, slow kisses as he swirled his hips into yours. You knew exactly what he wanted; you opened your mouth to him, taking in his warm, slick tongue. You were tempted to bite it, but that was no way to earn your finish.

He kissed longer and deeper as he felt your walls tightening around him. You moaned beneath the pressure of his lips, longing to break free. Finally, your pleasure peaked, your legs shaking against Thomas’s bare, slick torso. He finally pulled away from the kiss, wanting to watch as you come undone - as you screamed his name. You twist and tremble beneath him, warm satisfaction spreading from your curled toes to your limp wrists.

“You’re a very good girl,” Thomas said as he kissed your forehead, still inside you. He released you from the headboard, and not a moment too soon.

“You’re a very bad boy,” you said. You pushed him onto his back, ready to take back your power. Thomas watched as you got to your knees between his legs; you looked directly into his eyes as you took him into your mouth, and this time it was he who didn’t dare look away.

You cover every inch of him, engulfing his length in the warmth of your mouth. A deep, growling moan escaped his throat as he quickly reached the point of no return. His fists closed around the loose sheets, and while you briefly consider denying him his finish, you know he earned it. He always did.

You didn’t leave a trace of his essence behind. You kiss a sweet, slow trail up Thomas’s body, finding your place by his side. You lie next to each other, staring up at the ceiling as your bodies come down from their highs. You looked over at Thomas, watching his chest rise and fall. You glanced further up to see his deep blue eyes staring back at you.

“You’re going to be an incredible wife.”

💖

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[dungeons-bat]

Where I Need To Be (9th Chap)

Warnings: None.

Taglist: @ca-loki

The complete fic

——————————————— “You know we are supposed to get up.” - I woke up feeling my back pressed against a hard chest, hands around my waist and a hot breath on my neck. “But I don’t want to.” - He slept at my place, and funny enough, so did Bobby, and he and my cat got along well. “Isa baby, we gotta go, they start the shooting preparation in an hour.” - Thomas said, trying to get me to get out of bed. “Oh, fine. But I hate you.” - I said. - “Nah, you don’t.” - He smirked. “Yeah, no, I don't.” - I laughed too. “Isabela Birch, it is so nice to finally meet you.” - Said our producer. I was visually nervous, I don’t think I was prepared enough for this event. “Mister Matt, the pleasure is all mine.” - I said, extending my hand. Lord, this is it, I’m actually a real actress.

“Chill out” - Thomas sent me a text message. “Easy to say, mister Loki Famous Laufeyson” - I answered. “Easy to do, miss to be Morgan Famous Stark.” - Lord, I hate him. “You’ve been doing this for 10 years.” - I whispered when I got close to Tom.

Mr. Matt was showing us around. Although I was the only one new, they had changed the studio a bit, so everyone needed a tour. Tom was holding my hand the whole time, what got us some confused looks from the staff, and the other colleagues. Who needed to know, knew, so I was not worried.

The next week, we started to actually shoot and do all the stuff, being there made me feel that life has it's ways to make you go where you need to be, because I've never been happier in my life, and having Tom by my side makes me the best version of myself.

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[deans-mind-palace]

Tom Hiddleston x Y/N

Part 2 of my Tom Hiddleston!Fake Insta imagine.

I know this does not belong onto a SPN blog, but I love Tom and I share this with you because I wanted to ask if you'd like to have something like this with a (genderneutral, if possible) Reader and one of J2M or their SPN characters. Would you like that?😊

For part one, click here.

3. Domestic life

Like I said before, these are not my pics, they are from Pinterest! But I made the Instagram imagine and put a lot of effort into it. Please do not steal my work. It would break my heart. 💔

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[lglendy]

First Post, first fic!

So if anyone reads this, hi! I have been a stalker on here for a while and got inspired to write. With some advice from the lovely @iwriteabouttomhiddles I have decided to post some of my writings! Please let me know if you like it there is more!!

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I arrived at work in plenty of time for once. The kids were off school and the traffic was much lighter that usual.

I only lived 10 minutes from the office but I was never great at getting up in the morning. That's why I usually rolled into work with no make up on and having just dragged my brown hair into a ponytail.

But this morning, I luckily had time to preen myself a little. Our new manager was starting today and I wanted to make a good impression. I was as happy as most people are with their looks. I had large golden brown eyes and luckily naturally long eyelashes. I knew my eyes were my best gesture and I played to that whenever I made the effort to put on make up, which I didn't often do for work.

I worked in a newsroom, though I couldn't quite call myself a journalist. I didn't consider it journalism to write the local news, I just wrote copy to go with photos of local church fayres and Christmas displays. But I mostly enjoyed it and it was a great newsroom to work in.

The benefits also included working with my best friends. Amber was the newspapers photographer and took the photos which went with my stories. We had great fun going out and about, meeting new people and getting involved, and even more fun once work was over. It didn't hurt that she was beautiful. Long auburn hair which was always shiny, huge lips and the figure to go with it. So I got to tag along with her, even enjoying the extra attention from men who were really only after getting to her.

Gray was such a laugh, I really enjoyed sitting next to him in the copy desk where he was my editor. He made each day bearable with his stories and jokes about his various conquests. He was gorgeous and he knew it. He looked just like Tom Hardy, worked out and took care of himself but never took himself too seriously. I had such a crush on him, and he knew that too but never acted on it and neither did I, other than flirting all day with him.

My boss, Andrew, was a different story. He was not so much fun. For the last year he had made it clear that he hated me. He did his best to give me the worst jobs that no one else wanted to do. It all started when I turned him down at the office staff party a few months after I started. Seems he tried it on with all the women at some point or another, but I had managed to humiliate him in front of all the staff at the same time as rejecting him. So we barely spoke, unless he was telling me about what he thought I had done wrong.

We all hoped this new manager coming in above Andrew would improve things but I definitely didn't want to get off to a bad start with him.

Later that morning, we were all called into a meeting room to meet the new manager.

'What do you think he will be like? Maybe he will be hot!' Amber stood with me at the back of the room. The table was full of the more senior staff, leaving no space for us, but we were happy to hide at the back.

'There is little chance of that Amber. I bet he will be fat, and bald!'

We giggled, and were still busy describing the most ugly man we could think of when Andrew walked in. The man that followed him was so far from ugly he made me catch my breath.

He was tall and slim, with light brown hair, brushed back with a small quiff at the front. He wore a navy suit and a crisp white shirt and wow he wore it so well. His trousers were tight, showing off muscular thighs and his shirt was open at the neck, showing a slightly tanned chest.

He looked nervous and stood behind Andrew as the room grew quiet. He looked around at everyone and for a moment our eyes locked and I took a deep breath. At the same time Amber grabbed my hand. It seems she was quite taken aback by him too.

'Okay everyone, today is an exciting day as we welcome our new manager to the newsroom. Please, help him settle in as best as you can. This is Tom Hiddleston.' Andrew sounded less than enthused.

Tom stepped forward and shook Andrew's hand, then turned to the room and gave a huge smile. It was the kind of smile that lit up his whole face and made his eyes twinkle.

'Everyone, I won't keep you long. I just wanted to say how excited I am to be working with you all. I will come and introduce myself to everyone throughout the day but until then, just know I have some exciting plans for this paper and I hope that you will all be on board as we make those changes needed to make this paper one of the leading publications in the country.'

His voice was deep and smooth and clear, and although it was a little shaky showing his nerves, it still gave me tingles.

Everyone bustled out of the meeting room, Amber and Grey ahead of me, their voices whispering about what was said and who said it but I couldn't speak. I was too busy thinking about how instantly and massively attracted I was to my new manager.

Amber was still chatting to Gray as we got back to our desks and I slumped into my seat. This was not good. Seeing him had shaken me and I was trembling inside.

No man had ever had that affect on me before. I flirted with men and had the occasional one night stand but had never found anyone special enough to make a go of things with. Amber always teased me about it, saying I was far too picky, but I didn't see the point if it didn't feel right. She always seemed to be in a relationship with someone, rarely single for long before someone snapped her up.

'Scarlett, are you ok?' Gray sat down next to me, and I could see him exchange smirks with Amber.

I sat up. 'Fine, yep.' Gray stared at me, before we all burst out laughing.

'Well he was definitely not what I expected!' I giggled.

'I am sorry if I disappointed you.' His voice came from behind me and I spun in my chair to find Tom stood behind me with Andrew, a smile on his face.

'Umm God, no, definitely not disappointed. More surprised. A pleasant surprise of course, um sir.' It was like I couldn't stop talking. I blushed.

'Tom, this is Scarlett, our junior copy writer, Grey our copy editor and Amber, our photographer.' Andrew emphasised the word 'junior' on purpose when introducing me.

Tom shook hands with Amber and Grey before turning his attention back to me.

'Truly lovely to meet you all. And please call me Tom.' His gaze stayed on mine for longer than felt comfortable as he shook my hand. The moment his hand touched mine, it felt like a jolt of electricity to my heart. It was like he felt it too as I heard him let out a small gasp. Within that split second, I imagined ripping his clothes off and running my hands all over his body.

Andrew coughed and I snapped out of my daydream. Tom took his hand away.

'Right Tom, let's move on.'

He led Tom away and I grabbed the back of my chair to steady myself. I felt dizzy, breathless and my heart was racing.

'Well well well Scarlett. What was that?!' Amber leaned over the desk to grab my hand and pull me down into my chair.

'I don't know.'

I span around in my chair to watch him walk away and as I did, he turned around and caught my eye. As he smiled I instantly felt at ease and returned his smile before he turned away and continued his tour of the office.

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[dontdreamitbehim]

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