Request by @laufeysonbarneslover: please can you do an imagine with prompts 9 and 11 where tom hiddleston and reader are best friends and live together but reader had a wet dream about chris hemsworth with a fluffy ending. thank you so much, love your work xxx
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Roommate!Reader
Warning(s): Language (like two naughty words), maybe some slight angst (we’ll see how we go), fluff central towards the end!
Prompts:
#9 - “I read your diary...”
#11 - “Wait a minute...are you jealous?”
At first, everyone had advised you that moving in with your best friend wasn’t the best idea. That you’d probably “get fed up with all his little idiosyncrasies” and want to move out after a couple weeks.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
Living with Tom was probably the best decision that you had ever made in your life. From the 3am snack runs to the nearest convenience store to the weekly tickle sessions on the couch; home with Tom was the one place you always wanted to be.
But something was off today. Tom didn’t greet you with one of his cheesy one-liners as he walked through the door, he didn’t give you his daily little kiss on the cheek. He just walked straight to his room and shut the door behind him.
Maybe he’s just had a rough day on set? You thought to yourself, but shrugged off the worry and continued on with your work. Writing that one romance novel about best friends falling for each other wasn’t going to write itself...and the hope that the universe would give you some real experience in the area was slowly dwindling.
By 10pm, Tom still hadn’t come out of his room, and you were beginning to worry something bigger had happened. However, the thought that he may have fallen asleep deterred you from knocking on his door.
Quietly opening your bedroom door, you made your way inside, softly shutting it behind you. Walking over to the bed you began changing into your pyjamas, the knotting feeling in your stomach growing as every second passed by.
You were incredibly worried. Tom had never acted like this before; granted, he had his bad days, but he never locked himself away in his room to deal with them.
Sighing, you crawled into bed, hoping to whatever higher being was out there that Tom would be okay.
It was now 3:24am, and your attempts at slipping off into a leisurely slumber were pretty much pointless. Your worries for Tom were churning your insides and kept you wide awake.
Finally having enough, you opened your door and quietly walked across the hallway. Now that you were standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath. It was now or never.
You raised your fist and gently collided it with the dark wood.
“Tom? Are you awake?”
You waited for a response, but it didn’t seem like you were getting one. The knot in your stomach continued to tighten.
“That’s it! I’m coming in.”
When you opened your door, your heart absolutely shattered. Sitting on the bed was a dishevelled Tom. His hair was all over the place, eyes rimmed red. Had he been crying?
Quickly rushing to the other side of the bed you climbed in and pulled him into a hug.
“Tom? What’s wrong? Did something go wrong on set yesterday?”
He shook his head and your face twisted into confusion. “Then what’s wrong? You never shut yourself off like this.”
He sighed, “I read your diary...”
You jolted back, a frown beginning to form on your face. “What?”
He refused to face you and continued staring off into space.
“It wasn’t on purpose, Darling. It was open when I found it, and you had been acting unusual all day. I- I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
You scowled and pulled away from him, “And that gives you the right to read something extremely personal about me?”
Finally turning to face you, his red-rimmed eyes stared straight into yours.
“It doesn’t in the slightest, Love--and I sincerely regret doing so. What I found in there was something that I never needed to know about you.” He spoke with such disdain that you could tell what he read wasn’t what he was expecting to find.
You huffed, “And what in there disgusted you so much, Tom? Was it my inner thoughts and feelings? My rants on how work my co-workers treated me like shit one day? How normal and boring my life is compared to yours?”
“No! No at all...It was just...”
“Just what Tom? Do I really disgust you that mu-”
“You had a sex dream about Chris Hemsworth! A very vivid sex dream if I have to go into detail.”
You tried so hard to stop a laugh from escaping your lips, “That’s it? The fact that I had a sex dream about Hemsworth?”
The look on his face radiated pure anger with a hint of something else...was that?
“Wait a minute...are you jealous?”
He didn’t answer, but the drifting of his eyes from your face to the floor spoke a thousand words.
“Why does that bother you? I’m a grown adult, I can have sex dreams about whoever the fuck I want, Tom. I don’t see why you need to care about it.”
That seemed to push Tom over the edge, “I JUST DO, Y/N!”
You were stunned. Tom had never yelled at you before; his eyes widened in realisation.
“I- I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“Tom, I just don’t understand why you’re so worked up about it. It’s nothing to be upset over.”
He just sighed, “I can’t stand the thought of you dreaming about sleeping with other men, and you still can’t see why that bothers me? I thought it would be obvious after my outburst...”
You shook your head, still not understanding whatever he was trying to say.
He lifted his eyes to face you once again and let out a little smile, “I love you, Y/n.”
Your eyes widened; your mouth slowly opening in shock. He loved you?
“I understand if this changes the foundations of our relationship, but I can’t lose you; especially to someone as close to me as Hemsworth, he’s like my broth-”
You cut off his rambling by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The wires in his brain seemingly short-circuiting in the process, enabling him unable to speak for a few moments after you pulled back.
You pressed a kiss to his reddened cheek, “There’s no reason to be so held up on losing me to Hemsworth when my heart is already owned by you, Hiddles.”
A small smile graced his face at your confession, “That...that is music to my ears, Darling.”
A/N I was so excited to do this one. I hope you enjoyed it!
Characters: Tom Hiddleston x Reader, other mcu cast members
Word Count: 2,654
Warnings: just fluff
Summary: You’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe, and Tom wants to change that.
Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.
this is late, but it’s for my 25 days of christmas rpf with the prompt: “I’ve never kissed anyone underneath the mistletoe before”
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The whole time you’ve been at this early Christmas party, you’ve been listening to Chris Hemsworth tell his story about what he did right before coming to this party. He loves to tell stories, especially when they involve the ocean or surfing.
“So there’s this big wave, right? I see it coming, and I’m getting ready to ride that shit like a pro. Liam is right behind me, and we know we’re going to crush it like all the other ones before. The wave gets to us, and we’re surfing, but Liam collides into me, and we both go down. Best wave I’ve ever seen, and he ruins it,” Chris laughs, and a round of laughter follows him.
This is the chillest Christmas party you’ve ever been to. Marvel likes to throw them every year, but this is the best one so far. What makes it the best is Tom Hiddleston. He wasn’t able to make it last year which put you in a bit of a funk. Everyone could tell you were sad about something, and even though you didn’t tell them why, they knew it was because of him.
Tom’s been your crush ever since you starred next to him on Thor. Initially, your role was supposed to be Thor’s girlfriend, but Natalie Portman got that part. Despite that minor setback, you played Sif’s older sister that didn’t have any interest in nothing but Asgard. It was the perfect role for Tom’s mischievous character. You two work so well that you’re going to be in his Disney Plus series. The production hasn’t started yet, but you’re looking forward to it.
There’s something about Tom that you’ve fallen for, and it’s hard to pick just one quality. He’s sweet, polite, such a good listener, and even if he isn’t interested in the things you love, he’ll listen to every word you have to say. There is no one else in the world like him, and if you don’t snag him up soon, some other lucky lady will. It’s hard to talk to a man who looks and acts like him, which is why you didn’t come clean yet. He makes you blush uncontrollably, gives you a nervous stutter, and makes your heart pound so loud that you’re shocked he doesn’t hear it. You don’t know exactly what you mean to him or how he feels about you since he’s a difficult person to read. There’s a reason he doesn’t play at the weekly poker game. He’ll win every time whether he has a good hand or not.
Everyone on set knows you like him just as much as he likes you. He has such a huge crush on the woman who makes him want to break his poker face, that scrambles his brain to mush, and that makes him see double. He’s so excited to work with you on the 10-episode series, but he’s nervous as hell to do it. Everyone can see just how much you two mean to one another, and everyone has a bet to see how long it takes until one of you caves and confesses. Half the cast thinks Tom will, while the other half thinks you’ll break first. They want to keep this process as natural as possible even if it’s agonizing to watch.
Chris’ story is really interesting, but you can’t focus on it. If you even look at him, you’ll feel holes start to burn through your skull from Tom’s eyes. Whenever you look over at him, he quickly looks away as if he’s scared to catch your gaze. Once you have your eyes set on him, you’ll stare until he tries to look at you. Robert Downey Jr sees what’s going on, and he has to resist the eye roll that threatens to come out.
“You’ll never believe what just happened,” Scarlet groans as she approaches the group.
She plops down next to you on the couch with a sigh.
“What happened?” Elizabeth asks as she sips her drink.
“I almost got caught underneath the mistletoe by Slippery Sloan,” she shudders. Sloan is a man who works on the set designs that has an unbelievable amount of saliva in his mouth. Whenever he talks, and you’re close enough, you’ll get the weather sprayed on you. You can only imagine the kind of kiss he gives.
“Oh you poor thing,” you groan.
“Yeah, I ducked away just in time.”
“I remember one time I tried to get this girl to kiss me underneath the mistletoe,” Robert explains. “I tried like ten times, and I ended up kissing her sister.”
“Aren’t you married to the sister?” Chris Hemsworth laughs.
“Yeah, don’t tell my wife,” he smiles widely.
“That’s better than having some man who’s wasted shove his tongue down my throat,” Elizabeth shudders. “I swear I can still taste the alcohol.”
“What about you Tom? What’s your mistletoe horror story?” Scarlet asks.
“I don’t have one. I’ve always been very polite about it. I usually kiss the cheeks anyway. I don’t like to use silly Christmas games for unwanted kisses.”
“Boo!” Elizabeth, Scarlet, and Robert chorus playfully together.
It’s kind of sweet that Tom goes for the cheeks. It makes you love him even more than you already do.
“What about you, Y/N? Anything more horrifying than politeness?” Robert teases.
“I already went. Chris, what about you?” you dodge the question.
“No, you didn’t! You’re hiding something! What was so bad?” Scarlet gasps.
“I’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe before,” you mutter into your red cup.
“What?”
“I’m never been kissed under the mistletoe before, okay?” you sigh.
“How have you never been kissed? You’re hot!” Elizabeth gasps.
You refuse to meet anyone’s eyes, but you could have sworn you saw Tom’s body stiffen at her words.
“I don’t know. I just never got the opportunity. Sounds like I dodged a bullet based on the stories I’ve heard tonight,” you chuckle.
“There are bad stories, sure, but there are so many good ones. I can give you a bunch if you’d like,” Robert chimes in.
“No, thank you. I can imagine it.”
The conversation goes back to idle chit-chat and small talk, and before you know it, everyone has already moved on from you; all except one. Tom. While he doesn’t want to push you into something that you don’t want to do, he is determined to be your first mistletoe kiss.
Tom wanted to see if you could try and give you a kiss to remember at the party. There’s already mistletoe here, so he gets up with one thing on his mind: get you into the kitchen. On his way to the kitchen, he snatches the mistletoe hanging above one of the door frames. He tapes it to the entrance of the kitchen and stands right next to it. Everyone looks like they are either too drunk to walk, playing beer pong, or in deep conversation to want another drink.
“Y/N, can you help me with these drinks?” Tom calls out for you.
“Sure!” you exclaim and get up.
You’re glad to get away from Elizabeth in Scarlet‘s conversation about which of your coworkers at the hottest. As much as you think Evans and Hemsworth are attractive, there’s only one man you have your eyes on.
The game of beer pong is in high gear, and as you pass by there, Chris Pratt called you over with a request only you can fulfill.
“Hey, Y/N, Zoe thinks you’re not the champ!”
“Oh, you’re sadly mistaken,” you smile and make a small detour. Keren is standing on the sidelines watching the game, and because you promised Tom you’d help him with the drinks, you direct your next question to her. “Hey, Karen, Tom needs help with the drinks. Can you take care of that for me?”
“You got it!” she gives you a thumbs up.
Tom overhears what occurred, and before Karen could walk into the kitchen, he thinks the mistletoe off the doorway at the last minute.
“You need help with the drinks?” she asks.
“Yeah, over here,” Tom lies off the top of his head.
Through the cracks of the kitchen door, he sees you toss a ping pong ball expertly into the last red cup on the table. A round of applause and cheers break out. The smile on your face is huge as Zoe drinks from the cup. One minor setback isn’t going to discourage him. If he can’t get you underneath the mistletoe this time, he’ll make sure it happens the next time.
He’s not giving up.
The next opportunity Tom’s got is a few days later. He’s sitting in his makeup chair since he’s in the middle of getting dressed as Loki. His makeup artist had to run out to get some more latex and glue since Keren and Zoe took used most of it. He’s scrolling through his phone when he hears your infectious laughter filter through the hallway, and without even thinking, he reaches for his duffel bag.
He won’t admit it to anyone, but he stole one of the mistletoes from the Christmas party. He’s been waiting for the opportunity to get you under it all this time. The door to the makeup room is slightly ajar, and he scrambles out of his chair before making his way to the door.
“Y/N, can you come here and help me? My wig is going to fall off,” he calls for you.
“Sure!” you answer.
You head towards the room he’s in, and he grips the plant eagerly.
“I got this, Y/N,” another makeup artist who just so happens to be passing by says to you. “I think Holland got himself stuck in his costume again. I was going to do it, but wigs are my forte.”
“Of course he did,” you giggle. “I swear, who let that kid be Spiderman?”
You immediately turn around and leave the building to head over to where the younger Tom was stationed. The older Tom sighs and rushes back over to his chair. When he passes by his bag, he tosses the plant into his bag. He’s going to have to come up with a better plan if he wants to kiss you. He could just ask, but where’s the fun in that?
Third time’s the charm, and Tom believes a direct approach is better than what he’s been trying. It’s taken a few more days before he had another chance to try again. This time, he decided not to beat around the bush. He still wants to do this in the traditional sense, but he’s cutting a few corners. He takes the plant he’s been carrying everywhere and heads over to your trailer.
Christmas is slowly approaching, and he wants to get this in before the day arrives, otherwise all of this effort will have been for nothing.
You’re in the middle of making food for yourself because it’s better than eating out. Plus, if you don’t make the meat that’s been sitting in your fridge for days soon, it’s going to go bad. The only problem is that you can’t cook for shit. You’d invite someone over to help, but they have their own things going on right now. You’ll have to do this one on your own.
You’re not expecting anyone over despite there being enough food for two people. Nonetheless, there is a knock at your door. There’s time for a tiny break so you leave your station to answer the door.
“Hey, Tom, I wasn’t expecting you,” you chuckle.
“I came to ask if you had a few minutes to talk?”
“Yeah, sure, come on in,” you smile and take a step back from the door.
Tom was clearly expecting you to step outside which he then planned to take out the plant and hold it above your head. When you walked further inside, his heart sank a bit until he saw what you were doing.
“What are you doing?”
“Attempting to cook for myself. I’m not very good at this.”
“For one, you don’t need the heat on high,” he says and places the plant in his back pocket so he can help you.
“Why not? It cooks faster,” you pout.
He steps inside your trailer and closes the door behind him. He approaches the stove and turns it down to a low medium.
“Not exactly,” he chuckles.
“How about you help me, and as a reward, you can stay and have dinner with me. I have enough here for two people.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He vowed to himself that the next time he wants to get you underneath the mistletoe, he’s going to get it right.
Tom is sick and tired of all of his plans going so wrong. He decides that instead of waiting for you to come to him, he’s going to you. Christmas is right around the corner, and he needs to do it now before he goes back to London for the holidays. It didn’t matter what he was doing, he drops whatever was in his hands, grabs the plant, and heads over to your trailer. He knew you were in your trailer because you announced to everyone to not bother you while you’re practicing your lines.
There were so many lines to go over, and given it was a scene with heavy dialogue, you were going out of your mind. This is a scene with Rom since your character is on Asgard who then interacts with Loki. Initially, you thought it might be better to practice alone without any distractions, but it might be a bit more bearable with Tom. You set down your script and yank the door open to head to his trailer when you stopped short. Tom is standing there with his fist raised as if he was going to knock on the door. When you two made eye contact, he lowered his hand quickly.
“Oh, Tom, I was just going to look for you.”
“Really? What for?”
“I wanted to read lines with you. I’m kind of in my own head right now. Why are you here?” you ask innocently.
Right, he came here on a mission.
He didn’t say anything except pull out the mistletoe and hang it over your head.
“Tom?” you ask when you saw what was happening.
“You know, it’s tradition to kiss under the mistletoe,” he says confidently.
His words roll off ha tongue smoothly and with ease, but the light pink tint on his cheeks show his true colors. The gentle look in his eyes proves that you can be yourself around him, that you don’t have anything to worry about. If this were anyone else, you’d try to find a way to let them down; not with him.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to break tradition,” you grin.
He lowers the mistletoe as you lean up toward him. He met you halfway until your lips met. Having Tom be your first mistletoe kiss was something truly special, but your first kiss with Tom left you without words. His lips are so soft, his tongue gently carcasses yours, you taste a hint of coffee, and his large hands feel so warm against your cheeks. To have Tom as a mistletoe kiss is an honor. All those other women he kissed before are lucky, and now you consider yourself it too.
“Hey! Downey! I owe you twenty bucks! They kissed!” Evans shouts from one of the nearby set buildings.
“Lucky bitch! I owe Hemsworth fifty!” Scarlett shouts back.
A breathy laugh leaves your lips when you hear your friends betting on you and Tom getting together.
“Want to go inside?” Tom whispers.
“Try and stop me,” you chuckle and take him inside your trailer.
You can hear your coworkers argue about who won the bet, but you’ve already won the best prize you could possibly get.
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When you opened your eyes, the first things you saw were his orbs. You broke out into a tired smile.
His own grin was inspired by yours. “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning...Stop staring at me like that.” You hid your face.
He chuckled warmly, “I don’t think I ever will. You’re too beautiful.”
“Tom...” you groaned.
Both of you dissolved into what became almost childish laughter.
Then, Tom tackled you with a kiss.
For a moment (or two), you and him got lost in each other.
When you finally broke to breathe, your foreheads stayed together.
Tom, the most sincere you had ever heard him, whispered, “I love you more than I could possibly say.”
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Yes, working on set with Tom Hiddleston was great. What Y/N hadn't planned was she would fall in love with him. Being friends with Tom was something she appreciated. They'd shared so many experiences on set and the bond between them was strong.
However, as soon as Thor Ragnarok filming ended, Y/N and Tom had to say goodbye.
God, it was hard.
Tom went back to London and she got another job in New York. Y/N thought it was life, that she couldn't help it. He was a celebrity and she was nothing else than his friend.
It broke her heart forever. Well, for a week actually.
Y/N knew Tom had accepted to appear on a TV show after the shooting. It wasn't her thing, but it would allow her to see his face again.
And here he was, her gigantic dork, still magnificent, all kind and polite. Y/N sighed, fidgeting with her phone, not really listening, until a few words caught her attention,
"Well, now Tom, there is a little surprise for you tonight. We have a special guest who previously worked for the army."
Another woman appeared on screen and Y/N frowned, turning up the volume.
"Tom, would you accept to pass a test ? It won't hurt." the presenter assured.
The woman started circling him with wires and what looked like medical stuffs.
"This is a lie detector test..."
Y/N chuckled. Unlike his character, Loki, Tom had never been a very good liar. This would be fun.
Tom and the detector appeared on separate screens. On the second one, needles traced his blood pressure, pulse and respiration on a paper.
"So, Tom, this is a polygraph. We're going to ask you some questions. Deceptive answers will produce physiological responses that will be differentiated from those associated with non-deceptive answers. In other words, we'll know when you're lying."
They started with a pre-test interview to establish his normal reactions. Tom was a bit nervous, rather amused.
"Is your name Tom Hiddleston ?"
"Yes."
"Do you live in London ?"
"Yes."
"Are you nervous ?"
"Yes."
"Why ?"
"This is extremely disturbing." Tom chuckled.
"Here we go. This is the actual test. Do you want to get married someday ?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever been in love ?"
"Yes."
"Do you think everyone has a soulmate ?"
"No."
There was a silence and a smile curved his lips,
"The purpose of this interview is now clear..." Tom mumbled, causing the presenter to giggle.
"Are you in a relationship with this girl ?"
The woman pushed a picture of a famous actress in front of Tom.
"No."
"Are you sure about that ?"
"Yes."
The needles of the detector were still tracing a linear pattern on the paper.
"Is there someone out there who doesn't know you have a crush on them ?"
Tom bit down onto his bottom lip,
"No."
The needle slowly rose to draw a line higher than the others and Y/N's heart sunk into her chest. Tom was a seductive man, he certainly had a crush on another celebrity. He took a glance at the paper, pressing his lips together tightly. Joining his hands, he leaned into his seat,
"I'm getting incredibly nervous, but everything I'm saying is true." he smiled.
"Do you have a phobia ?"
"Yes."
The lines went back to a normal pattern.
"Does this picture scare you ?"
The woman handed him a photography of a clown, causing Tom to chuckle.
"No."
"Do you have a girlfriend ?"
"No."
There was a silence until the woman placed another picture in front of Tom,
"Are you dating this woman ?"
Tom cleared his throat, observing the photography,
"Oh well, this is Y/N. No, I'm not dating her." he chuckled uncomfortably.
Hearing her name, Y/N listened more carefully, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Do you like her ?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to date her ?"
Tom did his best to not show any emotion, but Y/N knew him. She could see his eyes slightly widening as he adopted his usual poker face.
"Not answering to this one." he slightly smiled, shooting a gaze at his agent who was hiding behind the cameras, a grin across his face.
"Do you love her ?"
Y/N's heart started racing in her chest. Were they even allowed to ask this type of questions ?
Tom shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he laughed. It took him a moment to recollect himself. He looked back at the TV presenter, inhaling deeply before he held his breath, delivering a high pitched "No ?".
The needle instantly went up on the paper and Tom gasped, burying his face in his hands,
"My goodness, that was unfair. I hope she's not watching this." he blushed, leaving Y/N breathless.
Being a hairdresser wasn't easy, she knew that but it's all she ever wanted to be. At the end of the week she got tired, the late nights finally catching up to her.
Arriving home after a 35 hour week, she breathes a sigh of relief. Finally kicking off her shoes, and changing in to more comfortable clothes. Crawling onto her bed, she can rest her aching feet and lay down.
A few hours later, her eyes started to get heavy, she fought to stay awake to see her boyfriend arrive home but gave in to the darkness. Putting her iPad aside and rolling on to her side, she drifted to sleep.
Tom arrived home and called out to his beloved, but was meet with no response. Taking off his shoes and also getting into more comfortable clothes than a tuxedo. He wondered to their shared bedroom, and found her fast asleep, lips pulling into a small smile.
He gently laid down next to her, feeling his presence she rolled over in her sleep and cuddle up to him. He pressed a soft kiss on her head and brushed her hair out of face then put the tv on softly.
Stirring, she finally awoke, greeted by her blue eyed, smiling boyfriend.
"Hey, babe." She softly spoke.
"Hi yourself." He whispered.
"I tried to stay awake to greet you when you came home, but it's just…" she trailed off, resting her head back on his chest.
"Been a long a week." He finished. "I know, darling. Go back to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake and then I'll make pasta."
She hummed in approval, already tasting her favourite dish in her mouth. "That sounds wonderful. I love you."
"I love you too, darling. Now get some rest."
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You feel your back plod into the fridge as Tom’s lips thrust upon yours. You bring your hands up and clutch the fabric of his shirt, and it was then you felt his hands rip down to your hips and pull you close to him.
Your chest was panting into his as his lips trailed down to your neck.
He sinks his teeth into your skin as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he wraps his hands around and clutches down into the meat of your ass before he hoists you into the air.
“Come with me,” he rumbles into your ear.
He strides over into the living room and bypasses it for the guest room. You hear the door open before you emerge into the darkened room, and it is then that Tom tosses you onto the bed before turning around and throwing the door shut.
It was completely dark, and your body hummed in anticipation for what was to come.
“Get undressed,” you hear Tom’s voice ricochet from the darkness.
Without a sound, you stand up and remove yourself from your clothes. They drop to the floor, piece by piece, and just as you go to sit back down onto the bed, his voice reverberates from a corner.
A corner he wasn’t standing in before.
“All fours, on the bed,” he says lowly.
He was stalking you…
…like prey.
You climb onto the bed and stay on your hands and knees. You face the top of your head towards the headboard, and you jut your ass out into the darkness.
You hear Tom rummaging around in something before the sounds stop and you swallow thickly before something begins bouncing against your lips.
“Open wide,” he coos.
You feel something round being placed into your mouth, and as Tom latches it behind your head, you bite down onto the foreign object and hear it squeak.
Then, Tom leans down into your ear.
“If you want me to stop, bite down on it. Squeeze it twice if you understand what I’m saying.”
And you bite down onto the ball gag twice just before he kisses your ear.
“Good girl,” he hums.
It was then you feel him smooth his hand down your right arm just before he reaches out. You hear a chain rattle, and then something wraps around your wrist.
You shake as Tom runs his hand down your other arm, latching your wrist with the same type of material as your right one.
Out of curiosity, you pull, and you realize you cannot move your arms, save for forward.
His hand slowly runs down your back, causing you to shiver underneath his fingertips, and you could feel the smirk radiating off his face.
“You are so beautiful,” he says lowly.
It was then you feel the bed descend sharply before a rattling above you occurs. You try to move your head to see, but you are met with a resounding smack to your ass.
“Don’t make me blindfold you,” he scolds.
But oh, how you wanted him to.
You hear chains begin to rattle once again before Tom slips something cool and soft underneath you, and when he latches something at your side, he pulls as it hoists your knees one inch off the bed.
You couldn’t move, and you couldn’t kick. All you could do was swing, suspended in midair.
What the hell is going on?
Tom stood there for a while, looking at his creation before going over to the room and slowly turning on the light. As the lights slowly raise, bringing the room into more focus, your eyes dart around as you take in all the things upon the wall.
Now you realize why Tom never wanted you cleaning this room.
Flogs and feathers and handcuffs adorned hooks on the walls, and a cross-like contraption with restraints sat in the corner. The walls were hunter green with deep gold trim, and it was then your eyes darted off to the side to reveal on open trunk.
And you saw all of the toys he really did have to play with.
You took in your bound wrists before your head shot up to the ceiling, but just before you could get a good glimpse of what was hoisting you in the air, you heard a vibration turn on.
You whimper as you feel something descend onto your skin as the vibrations lightly ricochet up your spine.
“My my… what a sight,” Tom coos.
You feel the vibration slowly run down the crack of your ass before he stops just at your entrance. He leaves the vibrating toy there and chuckles lowly as he watches you try to squirm away from it.
But your wrists were bound and your hips were hanging in midair, and you couldn’t go anywhere even if you wanted to.
He slowly trailed the vibration to your throbbing clit, and when he began lightly bouncing the toy onto the tip of it, your head rolls forward and a moan escapes from your throat.
“What was that, love?” Tom asks coyly.
And all you could do was moan as he pressed the toy deeper between your folds.
“Such lovely sounds,” he whispers to himself.
But then, the vibration ripped away from you as you whimpered at the loss of contact, and it was then you felt a slap on the back of your thigh.
And it caused you to yelp out into the room.
Smack after smack was delivered to your thighs until you could feel how angry and burning they were, and when you didn’t think you would be able to take enough, you feel Tom’s lips descend on the red and burning skin as he slowly kisses and licks the pain away.
You were audibly panting as Tom’s hands ran slowly up to grasp your ass cheeks.
He slipped his tongue out and ran it up the inside of your thigh, licking up the juices slowly flowing down your skin, and as he approached your glistening core he stopped to admire his handiwork.
He wouldn’t be able to do near the type of things he wanted to do to you.
He wanted to ruin you in every way imaginable.
But, the truth was… you were already ruining him.
He slipped his long, dexterous tongue between your lips and began to lap up his fill, and he felt your legs trembling underneath his large, splayed hands as spit began to drip down your chin. You could feel it dripping off your skin and onto the bed, but you didn’t care. Your muffled moans spurred him on, and when he couldn’t hold himself off any longer, he reared up and kneeled behind you.
And you could have sworn you heard him say, “thank you.”
He grabbed his dick and pressed his rock hard length to your entrance, and just before he went to push himself in, he got an idea.
He reached down and grabbed the vibrating toy and placed it back at your engorged mound just before he sheathed his cock within your body.
You moaned and groaned as your body shook at his mercy, and his hips pounded into yours as he watched your ass jiggle. The vibrating toy shook your legs midair and your hands wrenched, trying desperately to reach back for him, and trails of spit lingered all the way down to the mattress as your hair falls in your face and latches onto the wet trails on your skin.
Your body had never felt so alive…
Muffled “yes”’s and “oh gods”’s and “fuck me”’s dripped from your sopping wet lips as Tom’s hips began to stutter, and just as his dick began to pulsate against your swollen walls, you hook your swollen and sore legs around his thighs so that he cannot move.
And then? He thrusts one last time before you reach your end.
Your body shakes and quivers with your orgasm as you cry out around the ball gag, and his dick pumps you full of his essence as he plants his large hands into your back, trying to steady himself before his legs give way.
He collapses on top of you, the both of you swinging lightly in the air as you heave and pant for breath.
Your vision was fuzzy and your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, and all you
wanted to do was have your wrists released so you could reach around and feel for him.
Any part of him he would let you touch.
After what seemed like hours, Tom leans up and releases the ball gag from behind your head. It drops to the bed with a wet plop before you start sucking trails of spit back up into your mouth, and the smile makes him smile before he presses small, soft kisses into your twitching back muscles.
“Here,” he says lowly.
The swing releases with the flick of a button, and before your body plummets to the bed, Tom catches you with his strong arms and slowly lowers you to the soft, silky sheets underneath you.
But your wrists were still bound, and it made you frustrated.
Tom shifts around to your side and lifts your bound arm, and he wiggles his body underneath yours before he parts his legs and allows your body to slide in between his.
You lift your reddened, spittle-filled face to him and he smiles down upon you before he slowly brushes the hair from your face.
“So beautiful,” he whispers before he watches your eyes slowly droop shut.
“Sleep, my dear, and know that I am here with you,” he says lowly before kissing your forehead.
And you fall asleep cradled into his strong body with a face full of spit, legs full of fire, and your wrists bound to the headboard.
Characters: Tom Hiddleston x Reade, Megan (OFC), Sam (OFC)
Word Count: 1,713
Warnings: just fluff
Summary: After your husband dies on the job, you didn't think you would find love again until Tom comes into your life. Will you ever move on and try to find love again with a new man?
Squared Filled: Dancing on his feet // Band/Singer
Author’s Note: This is for @marvelfluffbingo and @marvelbingo respectively. If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.
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When your sister told you that you had to bring a date to her wedding, you start to freak out. She knew that there wasn’t anyone in your life that you would consider dating except for Tom Hiddleston, and you ought to punch her for suggesting him. You two work on many Marvel films together before you were cast in his TV show, Loki, which had been very exciting. Working with Tom is probably the best thing to happen to you next to you giving birth to your daughter.
She was seven now, and Tom had been there for the two of you since she was four. After your husband died on the job, it was hard to move on from it. Everything you did reminded you of him, and before you knew it, the only reason why you were getting up in the morning was for Megan instead of yourself. When Tom came into the picture, your motivation for life was slowly starting to come back.
After your husband died, you didn't think that you would ever find anyone else to love like you loved him. You didn't think you would ever remarry much less date another person. But then Tom came into your life, and those things changed. It took some time for Megan to get used to having Tom around, but now, she loves him as much as you do. He has been a great best friend, but you would rather have him as a best friend than lose him if you told him you liked him.
Whenever you brought him around your sister, she could see the love you held for him based on the way you looked at him when he wasn’t looking at you and vice versa. She knew you two had strong feelings for one another but didn’t know when you would confess. Luckily her wedding was around the corner so she could force you to bring a date which she knew would be him. There wasn’t anyone else that you were close to like Tom was.
While half of you was grateful that your sister is making you bring a date, the other half was freaking out because what if he said no? What if he hated the idea of being with you so much that he would talk to the directors to have you off his show? There were so many what if’s going through your mind that when your daughter came rushing into your room with a huge smile, you were confused as to what put it there.
“Mommy!”
“What is it, baby?”
“Tommy is here for you!”
“Tom’s here? Why is he here?”
“He said Auntie Sam gave him an invitation to her wedding party.”
“Son of a bitch,” you muttered before throwing your hair up and leaving the room with her. Megan ran into the living room where Tom was waiting patiently, and he smiled widely when he saw you two. “Tom, what are you doing here?”
“I already told you!” Megan groaned.
“I got this in the mail,” he said as he held up your sister’s wedding invitation. When you had told her that you hadn’t asked him to be your date yet, she decided to take matters into her own hands. “Your sister said I’m to be your date.”
“Did she now? I don’t know where she got that idea,” you chuckled nervously.
“Were you going to ask me? Was this a misunderstanding?”
“No, Tom… Sam wants me to bring a date to her wedding, and I don’t have anyone else but you to ask. I was going to ask you, but she had decided to do it for me.”
“I would love to go with you.”
“Really? Are you sure? I guess I can ask someone else if you don’t want to.”
“Like you said, you don’t have anyone else, and I really like your family. I’d be honored to accompany you.”
“That’s relieving. Thank you, Tom.”
“What will you be wearing? I don’t want our colors to clash,” he said seriously. Giggling, you thought him worrying about the colors matching was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I don’t know yet, but the color will definitely be red.”
“Noted.”
“Hi, could you play this song next?” you asked the band as you handed them a piece of paper with all the information they needed. After the lead singer took a look at it, he smiled widely before nodding.
“We can do that,” he nodded as he told the rest of the band members what song they were going to play next. The song you requested was your daughter’s favorite song, and every time there was a dance going on, you would play it, and you two would dance to it. As soon as you approached your table where Tom and Megan were, the song started playing.
“I love this song!” Megan said as she jumped up excitedly. Preparing for her to ask you, she instead grabbed Tom’s hand and begged him to dance with her. “Can I dance with you?”
“Can you? Of course!” he smiled as he got up and headed to the dancefloor. Gasping silently, you watched as she stepped on his toes so that he could lead. This was something special the two of you did, and the fact that she trusted Tom enough to do it with him brought a smile on your face. Taking a seat at the table, you were watching them for a few minutes before your sister came over before planting herself in the seat where Tom was.
“You seriously sent him an invitation before I could ask him?”
“You were taking too long. I just sped up the process. Look how happy he is. No harm, no foul, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” you huffed.
“Why are you just sitting here?”
“Megan is dancing with him. By the way, she’s letting him in on our little special dances. She must really love him.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Love him.”
“Sam, don’t,” you shook your head. Ever since your husband died, it has been hard for you to let go and love someone else. It was like you would be betraying him no matter how much you liked Tom.
“No, I’m being serious. It’s okay to love someone else. Honey, Brian died three years ago. He wouldn't want you to wallow in self-pity. He would have loved Tom.”
“I can’t just forget the time we spent together, Sam. He was the first love of my life.”
“But he isn’t going to be the last. You’re allowed to be happy even after death. Tom isn’t Brian, but he can be something special, something new if you just give it a chance,” she said before her husband was calling her over. “Think about it,” she said as she got up and left. The song ended, and Megan raced over to you with a smile on her face.
“Tommy is such a good dancer!” she gushed.
“Is he now?”
“Would you like to find out?” he asked as a much slower song came on. Biting your lip, you looked at your sister who encouraged you to go for it. Taking a deep breath, you took Tom’s hand as your father approached your daughter to dance with her. Tom lead you to the middle of the dance floor before pulling you close. “You’re not going to step on my feet, are you?”
“Not likely,” you grinned as his right hand slid around your waist, and his left held your right as your left arm went around his neck.
“I’m having a fun time tonight.”
“You don’t have to lie. Weddings are usually boring if you don’t really know anyone.”
“I know you and Megan. That’s enough for me to have a good time.”
“Thank you for coming.”
“You know, when Sam mailed me the invitation, she called to tell me something. Something I kind of already knew.”
“What was that?”
“She gave me the confidence to ask you out. I was going to do it when I drove you home but now is as good as any. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Like a date?” you whispered.
“Exactly that. I may not be Brian, and I know I can’t ever replace him, but I can certainly do everything in my power to make you happy.”
“What the hell did Sam say to you?” you grew frustrated at her ability to butt into everyone’s lives.
“Nothing I didn’t already know. Three years isn’t enough time to get over someone you love, and I know I’m not Megan’s father, but I am certain of my feelings for you. I understand if you’re not ready to move on yet, but I will wait however long it may take.”
Looking over his shoulder, you caught your sister’s eyes who kept telling you to go for it. She knew how hard it was when Brian died, so she was only encouraging you to go to the next level with Tom because she knew you were ready. She wouldn't have done it if you weren't.
“Yes, I can do tomorrow,” you blurted out.
“If you’re not--”
“I am though. My mind doesn’t know it, but my body does. I’m attracted to you in more ways than one, Tom. You’ve been there for me in everything, and Megan loves you. I would be a fool to let a man like you slip from my grasp. You’re right, you’re not Brian, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love another man like I loved him. I don’t believe there is one person for everyone. I believe anyone can have multiple loves of their lives if they let themselves, and I need to let myself believe that you can be that for me.”
“I’ll spend every waking moment proving to you that you made the right decision.”
“And for that, you’re already the best man out there,” you grinned as you leaned in and pressed your head to his chest. Both of your arms went around his slim neck as his arms snaked around your waist. There can be something amazing between the two of you, but you won’t know if you don’t at least try.
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