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.
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.
“What time is it?” - we have watched of Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man 2, Thor, Captain America: The First Avenger, and The Avengers. That's the whole phase one, in one night. “It’s four am, darling.” - He said. It was funny because Thomas did not want to watch this films, but we haven't even watched five minutes of the first Iron Man, and he was all excited talking about what he discovered about the films, and telling me random details about the character. “Don’t you want to go to sleep? It’s late, Sebastian’s party is later today.” - If we’re being honest, 1- I had totally forgotten about the party, just remembered now, but I’m acting if I knew. 2- I don’t want to sleep, but we have to pretend that we’re responsible. “Fine, but I need to be clear that we’re watching phase two tomorrow, or later today, and that’s out of discussion.” - He said. “Good night Thomas.” - I said, walking towards “my” room. “Night little one.”
It’s been an hour since I laid down in bed, I’m not able to sleep. I decide to go grab a glass of water, but when I step out of ‘my’ room, Bobby start to bark ‘fuck’ is the only thing I’m able to think about. “Hey buddy, let’s calm down, shall we. Why’re you barking?” - I hear Tom saying, that’s when I notice that his lights are on. Then he opens the door, looking for what made his dog bark. Damn, he is wearing his sweatpants, the same he was wearing before, but now he’s shirtless. What a view. “Oh, I thought you were sleeping.” - He says, “Not able to, I’m incredibly nervous. But I thought YOU were sleeping.” - I reply. “Also not able to, also nervous. What are you doing anyway?” - Why is he nervous? I’m curious now. “Oh, I was going to grab some water. I’m sorry to disturb you.” - But you can come with me and answer the question that I did not ask you, but still want to know. “Mind if I go with you, Isa?” - “Not at all” - I want you to. “So, why are you nervous, darling?” - I can ask you the same question. “It’s going to be the first time that I meet the other actors, I don't know what to do” - I tell him. “Oh honey, don’t be worried about that. They are going to love you. They are all nice, and you’re going to be best friends in seconds. Okay, maybe not best friends, but you got what I mean.” - It’s easy to say. “Thank you, really. But I don't think you’ll like if they become my best friends, because that means you’re loosing your place. Anyway, what about you? Why nervous?” - We got where I wanted. “I’ll be honest with you, I’m nervous because it will be your first time meeting the crew as well. I also did not know that I was your best friend.” - If you don't tell me, I would have never guessed. “Come on, I spend 12 hours a day with you, probably more, seven days a week, four weeks a month. Who else would be my best friend, Thomas?” - I did not think he was that dumb. “You got a point. But just to be clear, you’re my best friend too, darling.” - I have to admit that it is amazing to hear that, but also hurts a little, I can’t lie to myself, I really wish we were something else, if you got what I mean.
Another half hour goes by, and I’m still not able to sleep, I’m now I’m looking at the ceiling, maybe I should accept that this night there is no sleep for me. After a while I hear a knock on my door, it is obviously Tom, so I let him in. “I was not sure if you were awake, sorry to disturb you.” - He says. “Don’t worry about it, was bored and unable to sleep. Do you need anything?” - I ask. “Well, this might look incredibly strange, but can I sleep here?” - Wow, okay, it’s been a while since we became friends, and we are extremely close, we are also both adults. But it’s kinda hard to keep my cool, when a guy like Thomas William bloody Hiddleston is asking to sleep in the same bed as I. Fortunately, he has his shirt back. Or unfortunately if I may say. “Sure, come here.” - I tap the empty space on the bed. “Thanks, really.” - Then he lays where I was tapping, pulls the covers and turn to face me. His eyes were a bit more greyish than usual, but still bright blue. His hair was a bit messy, probably from trying to sleep and not being able. I feel extremely guilty because, if he told me the truth, I'm literally the reason of his insomnia. “Good night, little one.” - He says, after a while. “Good night TW.” - I turn my face to the other side, because I can't sleep looking at his gorgeous face.
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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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)
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.”
