#tom hiddleston reader insert

[buckyownsmylife]

I forgot it is headcanon day! HEADCANON DAY! How about Tom Hiddleston talking dirty? You know that man could throw down with that accent. Ruin my panties with his voice.

Yay!! I love it when you request me stuff, it makes me so giggly! 

“I need you.”

Just those three words, uttered the second you were inside your shared house, had you trembling in your spot.

His accent alone had your panties creaming, but the thing is

You knew what he wanted

And so the second the words were out, you were on your knees, staring up at that God of a man

“Go on, then. Open my jeans.”

You lived for those orders, for those moments when he was in charge and you were nothing but a means to satisfy his needs

Nothing ever made you happier than making him happier

And having his member in your hands, feeling its weight before tasting the leaking head only made you even more sure that this was heaven on Earth

“God,” he moaned, his head falling back as you slowly slurped his cock.

“I can’t believe I get to take you home and have my way with you every night.”

This was why you loved sucking him off so much.

With your mouth occupied and his free, you got to listen to him spill sin in that perfect accent of his

Interrupted only by little gasps and pleased moans as he attempted to keep eye contact with you at all times but inevitably failed to do so

“God, yes... You suck my cock so well, darling.”

You almost smiled despite the mouthful you had, but then he pulled away, leaning over you to lay a heavy kiss on your lips, undoubtedly tasting himself

When he stood back to his full height, there was a knowing smirk on his face

“I can smell your juices, darling...” The teasing tone had you shivering underneath him.

“You must be dripping.”

He wasn’t wrong

You could feel the fabric of your underwear clinging to your lower lips from the way your wetness had been steadily dripping ever since you both stepped foot in your house

“Your mouth is so amazing...” he kept praising you, running his long fingers through your hair before gathering it in a ponytail to pull you away from his member

“But I don’t think I want to cum down your throat tonight.”

You could hear your own heart beating against your chest, the anticipation killing you in the sweetest way

“I think I’ll breed you tonight. What do you think of that?”

“Will you let me do that?”

*screams into the void* WHO WOULD SAY NO

[assetunclassified]

The reason

Summary: Thinking back to all the times Y/N had been there for him, Tom realises something very important.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: none? fluff overload?

Wordcount: 1800+

AN: ‘Ello! Well... this wasn’t exactly requested or anything like that. It also doesn’t exactly have any of the prompts from my celebration prompts (unless you count this as *sharing a bed*?)... I just had the idea and I felt like writing it so I’m counting it as one of the seven fics of this week! Hope you guys enjoy!

They laid in bed, Y/N cuddled into Tom’s side, his hand drawing soft, awkward patterns on her back. Her breathing was slow. Her sleep peaceful. He looked down to her and wished her eyes were open. He wanted to drown in those beautiful eyes again and again and again. He could’ve stopped touching her, he probably should have, but he knew he never would. His eyes shone with love as he stared at her. He loved having her around. He loved listening to her talk and hearing her laughter. He loved watching her as she watched him. And he had finally realized, he simply loved her.

They had been through so much together. He knew he had been such a pain sometimes, and still, she stuck around, not giving up on him.

The long months while his parents went through their divorce - that was the first thing that came to Tom’s mind. How she had enveloped him in her arms, letting him cry for hours. Her warmth helped him pull himself together at the time. He didn’t know what he would’ve done without her.

The talk about love had come only months later, after his parents had separated. They were lazing around her room, mindlessly humming along to music and flipping through books.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” she had asked.

The question made Tom stiff up, having taken him by surprise. He thought for a moment before his parents’ relationship came to mind. They had been so in love and it had all fallen apart so quickly. He definitely didn’t believe in that, so why would he believe in soulmates. “No,” he answered simply. “Do you?”

Y/N smiled, a soft and warm smile that made Tom all giddy for some reason. “I guess… but I think I believe in the love of my life more,” she said.

Tom raised a quizzical eyebrow, the right corner of his lips pulling upwards into a smirk. “Is there a difference?” he asked.

Y/N’s mouth fell open comically, as if she had just had the world’s worst insult thrown at her. “Of course there’s a difference!” she exclaimed, giggling lightly.

“Okay, I’ll indulge you. What’s the difference?” he asked, amused by the way she was acting. This was exactly why they were best friends. He had come over in such a bad mood, but she always knew exactly what to do to get him to loosen up.

Y/N looked thoughtful for a moment, as if she didn’t know the answer. Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if a bulb had somehow lit inside her head. “One is a choice, one is predestined,” she answered, as though it was painfully obvious. “It’s clear as day,” she added, as though to make it even more evident.

Tom chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He swallowed drily, his mouth suddenly dry. “If you believe in that stuff.”

“In what stuff?” she asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know… Relationships? All the ‘meant-to-be’ stuff? True love?” Tom shrugged.

Now it was Y/N’s turn for her mouth to go dry. “You don’t believe in love?” she asked.

Tom’s lips pulled into a thin line and one of his shoulders shrugged upwards. “I do believe in love… I just don’t think it’s meant to last… I guess? It’s a fickle feeling,” he said. “So unpredictable and unstable. You could love someone one moment and hate them the other. It only takes one wrong move. One wrong word. Only one.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide. God, her best friend could be so dramatic sometimes. “I can’t even begin to explain how wrong you are, Tom.”

“How am I wrong?” he asked.

“Well for one, love isn’t fickle, it’s ever-changing. But just because it changes doesn’t mean it’s gone.” She shrugged. “It may be unpredictable, but that’s what’s so wonderful about it. You can’t control it. It’s always there, keeping you warm. And it’s definitely not unstable.” She giggled, continuing to flip through her book.

Tom nodded, slowly understanding where she was coming from. He definitely felt warm. “I still don’t understand what’s so good about believing in love.”

“What’s so good about not believing in love? What’s to gain from that? Pain? Loneliness?” She looked to her friend - her stupidly smart and yet weirdly idiotic friend. “Don’t you believe that I love you?” she asked.

His eyes went wide for a moment, his mind going directly to what she had said only seconds prior. For a second, he misunderstood her words. His heart started beating rapidly in his chest and his mind was screaming at him to run, to get away. But then, he shook his head and looked at her and she was smiling that warm smile of hers and he couldn’t help but smile back. She was his best friend, obviously she loved him and he loved her. “That’s a different type of love,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter. Love is love,” she said. And Tom could only agree. Love was love, and he wanted to believe in her love for him.

She was the one who had told him he should go into acting. That he was a drama-queen and it would definitely benefit him in no other career other than that. She had said it as a joke, but he slowly started looking into it. He joined the drama club and it definitely did him good. He had found his passion.

But it was a tough crowd out there, and as soon as he had brought it to his father’s attention that he wanted to go train in acting, he was decidedly against it. He had told Tom to give up on wild dreams, that he would never make it out there.

But Y/N was by his side when he was ready to give up. She saw how happy acting made Tom. She saw how his eyes sparkled whenever he was researching a new character. And she saw the potential, the talent.

She had given him a very stern look, telling him that if he even dared to think about doing anything else she would kill him with her own two hands and hide his naked body in a dumpster.

He obviously knew that she was joking, but seeing her having so much trust in him and his abilities definitely gave him the one last push that he needed. He knew he would make it. He would prove his father wrong.

He watched as she slept soundly, his hand suddenly shaking as it moved aimlessly on her skin. He felt warm. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, making her head move up and down slightly. She stirred lightly and finally her eyes opened. She stared directly into his blue ones, her expression turning from calm to adorably quizzical. Realization flashed through her eyes and she smiled softly at him, snuggling closer into his side.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Tom looked at her, cheeks slightly pushing at his eyes as he smiled brightly.

“Morning, Tomy,” she muttered sleepily. Her hair moved over her face, allowing him to inhale her scent deeply. He loved how she smelled. Vanilla and ink, an awkward combination and yet so undeniably her.

She had grown to become an author, her love for books and writing leading the way. And they had grown slightly less close, but he never failed to find his way back to her. Because she was the one to always be by his side. Much like now.

He couldn’t believe how calm he was, given the fact that he had been a mess only days prior. He had found out that his girlfriend had been cheating on him, and his first thought was Y/N. He drove to her apartment, knocking on the door at one am. She had slid it open fairly quick, one of her hands rubbing at her sleep-coated eyes. She had given him a worried look and ushered him inside.

She had managed to calm him down by only being there. She always had that kind of influence on him.

And he finally noticed, she was the one he needed. All the others… they were some type of clones of Y/N. He had looked for traits of hers in them, and fallen for those traits, not for the actual person.

She was the reason he was who he was who he was.

“Have you slept?” she asked.

“No.” Tom shrugged, moving her slightly with him.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” She hid a yawn underneath her palm.

“I’m perfectly fine, love.”

She was the reason he couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing as much as his heart, both insanely perceptive of every move she made. What with his new realization, what else was he supposed to do but think of her? She was the reason why he believed in love. She was the reason for everything.

“Are you allright?” She noticed him gazing down at her, that stupidly love-sick smile on his face.

“Mhm.”

Tom knew there was no hope for him anymore. He had fallen for his best friend, and he guessed that it had actually happened a long time ago. She was it for him. And now that he knew it, he couldn’t stop himself.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I love you,” he said.

She smiled at him, that same smile that had him all warm on the inside and giddy on the outside. “I love you too.” she said.

Tom chuckled, shaking his head. “No, love. I mean it. I love you. As in: fickle, unpredictable, unstable, ever-changing love. The love kind of love.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, continuously glancing from one of his eyes to the other, searching for any type of clue that he was messing around. She smiled when she found none, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. “Took you long enough.”

Her breath tickled his skin, light and airy and warm. A smile pulled at his lips, his eyes once again gazing down on her.

His hand moved to the side of her face, lightly stroking her soft skin. She lifted her head and in that moment his lips crashed down on hers. Urgently, passionately, he kissed her, his heart bursting with the new-found feeling. She sighed as he moved away, her cheeks turning a soft pink.

In that moment he knew he would do anything in the world for his girl, his best-friend, the love of his life. She then moved back in, continuing where he had left off.

The kiss had been years in the making, and he wished that he could turn back the time. If he could, he would’ve done this much, much earlier. He would’ve made sure to keep her as close as possible and never let her go. But the past didn’t matter anymore, everything was more perfect than he could’ve ever imagined.

“I love you too,” she said.

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[themissingmarvel]

Hardly Starstruck [Part 1]

A/N: I’ve never done a celebrityxreader before. So please be gentle! No hate to any celebs in here. I love ‘em all. Also this will be a series. So be patient! :)

Synopsis: Working a con can be stressful, but you’ve done it a while. You’ve seen enough celebrities to be starstruck-proof. Until the big day at San Diego Comicon when the higher-ups tell you Tom Hiddleston’s PR rep is sick. You’re covering the next four days and helping out doing whatever it is that Tom needs done. And while you can’t deny the obvious attraction, you’re determined not to let it cloud your judgment and to ensure you do your job well. But the man is smitten. And determined.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k 

It was the Wednesday before the con opened. San Diego ComiCon to be exact. You’d been volunteering at it for long enough that you were no longer just a volunteer. They’d hired you on as a special guest coordinator long ago, once you got over being so star-struck. After being hugged by Jensen Ackles, Chris Evans, Benedict Cumberbatch… well, you started getting used to it. They were good folks, to be sure, and you loved your job, but you’d become one of the few who was able to sit in a room for longer than ten minutes without completely losing it.

Thursday night was always a fun night. You’d wake up early, get yourself dressed, and head to the con to make sure it was prepped for preview night. It meant going to bed early Wednesday and missing out on some of the parties, but it wasn’t a big deal. You tended to be a part of the rest of the parties throughout the week. With the newest Marvel movie coming out, another Avengers flick, you knew that this would be chaos.

The hotel was night enough, donning your usual baggy pajama pants and tank top as you readied yourself for bed, your routine interrupted as the phone rang on the table, charging next to about twelve other portable battery chargers (such was life.) Glancing down, you recongized the name, “Hey, Emma. Enjoying the- wait, what? Slow down a sec. Hold on.” Emma Hughes was one of the heads of the PR staff for Tom Hiddleston, one of the bigger names you were tasked with ensuring wasn’t tackled by mobs of fans. She was good. They all were. You had to be to work with folks like the stars they did.

On the other end there was frantic yelling, “Y/N! Listen, I know this is last minute, I know that. And I am so sorry in advance. But… shit. Listen, Tom’s con rep, Mark? He’s sick. Like, he can’t get to the airport kind of sick. I’d normally never ask this-”

You waved your hand, though she couldn’t see it, “No. Nope. No way, Emma. I’ve got the rest of the show to run at this point, I can be focused on Tom. I’ve got the entire Marvel crew to watch over, not to mention running point with the rest of the staff!” There was a towel wrapped around your head, wet hair inside it as you felt yourself unplug the phone and nervously pace.

Emma pleaded, “I’m begging you, Y/N. I don’t know the staff the way you do, and right now Tom’s insisting that it be you. He says he doesn’t trust anyone he hasn’t met before.”

Your eyes rolled, dramatically so, keeping the sigh that you wanted to let out internal. Emma was just following orders. But what she was asking of you wasn’t just to keep an eye on him, was she? Squinting, you stared at the door before you, “Are you asking me to be his personal PR rep while he’s here?”

There was a soft pause, “I already talked to the leads of the convention. They’re ready to cover what you’d normally be doing. They’re on board with you being his guide through this. Honestly, Y/N, it’ll be easy. You’ve met Tom before, a few times, and he trusts you. Could be worse. Could be following around Robert,” there was a smirk on the line that you knew too well.

Shaking your head you shrugged, “Fine. Am I meeting him in the morning at the main invite? Or do I have to cart his luggage around the airport,” you mused, already beginning to adjust the items you had packed away to fit this new role.

“Oh, he’s actually in your hotel, perfectly enough. I’ll text you his room number and extension. Just meet him at his room around 9am. You know Tom, he’ll be punctual about it. Just… no starstruck stuff.” A flush crossed your cheeks, one that you were so very glad Emma couldn’t see.

“Rude! I’m never starstruck. And around Tom? Please. Not my type. I’ll be fine, thanks,” you weren’t quite sure right then who you were trying to convince.

“Right, handsome men aren’t your type. I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll send you his schedule and everything in some PDFs to your email and the main account. Familiarize yourself with what you can, but he’s a pretty self-sufficient guy. Just keeping everything in check and getting him places in one piece would be nice,” she droned on.

“Emma! I’ve done this for years. I know the drill. Send me what I need and I’ll make sure he’s taken care of. Promise. Cross my heart. Won’t make any Loki comments, either.” You grinned widely.

Once the two of you had hung up a slew of files came to your phone in almost no time. You were glad the con had provided you with the phone the size of a tablet, give the information. But you were realizing, as you readied yourself for bed, that this was not going to be an easy gig. No, Tom Hiddleston had been one of the celebrities that you’d avoided because of that just… unfairly gorgeous man. More than that, he was charming, funny, sweet, and genuinely fun to be around. You’d avoided him because you knew there was no use getting starstruck around a guy who’d never notice a convention staff member. Certainly not you.

As you lay your head down, though, the thought repeated until you fell asleep, If he doesn’t notice staff, why would he ask for and remember you?

_______

Punctual as he was, 9 in the morning found you dressed with comfort and style outside his door. You were wearing the clothes that you’d always wear, a pair of tattered blue jeans and a low-cut black top clinging to your form. This wasn’t for his benefit, but it was for yours. It was easy to manuever in. And the bag slung around your shoulder held all you needed (including emergency supplies.)

Knocking, you did realize your makeup and hair had been done just a little more than you might have normally. You’d told yourself it was because you’d be in the spotlight more, but that wasn’t it. What did surprise you, however, was Tom opening the door wide, his eyes bright with a smile on his face, “Y/N! Great to see you, beautiful. Please, come in, security was just finishing some of the briefing on the day.” He stepped aside, finishing doing the gunmetal grey tie around his neck with a strange finesse only he could manage.

“Oh, Emma emailed me the security briefings. I just wanted to make sure you’re good with the meet-and-greet with all the A-List around noon, which gives you an hour or so to check out the main theaters. I mean, clearly not enough time to explore all of the con, but it’ll give you a sense of the main-”

He cut you off with a wink and a grin, “Always down to business. Come, sit down and have a cup of coffee while the rest of the group worries themselves with technicalities,” he motioned you through the incredibly elaborate and large penthouse suite. It was hard not to look overwhelmed as you took it in. You’d never had a role quite like this, working directly with a celebrity, but always in the background or from above.

You were surprised as he pulled out the chair for you by a table larger than your own dining room table, waiting until you sat to push the chair in gently, “I’m not too concerned about getting to the main hall early, Y/N. Rather, I’d prefer to chat with you, first. Get to know you better. Sound fair?” He was walking towards the kitchen area, grabbing what looked to be a French press already made, pouring two cups.

Behind you there were the usual suspects working out logistics, locked in their world. You looked at Tom, almost nervously, “I guess so. I mean, I’d really like to talk about the plans for the meet-”

There he went. Interrupting you again, “Cream or sugar? It’s quite potent. Brought the coffee from London. Never the same out in the states.” He eyed the bag and you bit down your brief annoyance.

“Cream. Dash of sugar. Please. So like I was saying, the expectation is to chat it up with some of the other ‘superhero’ franchise folks-”

“I suspected you liked your coffee sweeter, though I’m not sure why. Perhaps you’re sweet enough without the sugar,” he smirked as he waltzed closer, moving with grace and ease as you attempted to hide the blush when he placed the mug down before you.

Shaking your head you eyed him, “Mr. Hiddleston, respectfully-”

“Tom, please, Y/N.” He crossed his legs and leaned back, taking a sip of his piping coffee.

“Tom, I’d really like to go over the details for the day. It’s important you know all this so that when we need to bolt from one hall to the next, you’re ready,” your eyes were pleading, but you knew really you were trying to be distracted. Getting to know Tom was a mildly terrifying idea. He had asked for you, you, without even knowing much more than your name and title.

A gentle smile settled on his lips, “Just, please, do me this request and enjoy the coffee for a minute or five. I promise the entirety of Comicon won’t collapse in that time because I’ve insisted on having coffee with a beautiful woman,” he raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying watching the flustered look on your face.

You attempted to hide it, lifting the mug and taking a sip, your face changing as it caught you off guard, “Damn, you weren’t kidding about the taste. This is potent. But good-potent.” You hadn’t quite realized your swear, nor was it at the top of your ‘things to be concerned about’ list. Rather, enjoying the robust flavor you let the man talk.

“So you’ve been doing this a while. Emma tells me you’ve been part of conventions for some time,” he looked over, taking a sip as well as he waited.

“Been attending forever. Anime cons when I was a kid, got into the other cons as I got older. Broke as hell in college so I decided to volunteer, and viola. Long story short, here I am. Got good at what I did so they decided to keep me. So I get stuck babysitting difficult children like you,” you grinned at him over the coffee, deciding you were getting more comfortable around him now. He seemed like the type who could take it well.

And he did. A laugh escaped his lips as he grinned widely, “Difficult! Darling, I can recite my entire schedule and timing of each location better than you can. Even the parties I’m set to attend this evening. I’m simply trying to put you at ease. Though, I’m concerned I’ll have to be a bit more careful. Seems things are a bit more… distracting for me, this time around.”

He let the words sit in the air with an odd comfort, leaving you to sip the coffee before he quickly began to discuss his own thoughts on the scheduling. He hadn’t wanted to cause you any grief. Quite the contrary. Tom wouldn’t tell you as he discussed the panels he’d be at the next few days, but Mark was fine. In fact, Mark was sitting on a beach in Aruba after having been bribed to do so by Tom. There was no way that Tom would tell you he’d spend months orchestrating the ability to get some time alone with you.

It wasn’t easy for a celebrity, which you understood on a real personal level. Finding time to spend with someone and doing it without raising suspicions was always hard. But he’d managed it. And of course you’d never tell Tom as you sat across and watched his plan to once more appear in his Loki attire, drinking your coffee as he read you the schedule off his tablet, that you were smitten for him. It didn’t feel superficial, either. Which was arguably what frustrated you. This man was taking time, time that he was supposed to spend going down hallways and strutting around for the cameras, with you. He’d slide in a personal question here or there, and you’d ask one in return. In the span of only a half-hour, while the team convened, you and Tom had gone over his weekend that already felt too short.

Realizing the time, the coffee now coursing through you, you almost leapt up, “Oh! Mr. Hi- I mean, Tom, we’ve got to get going. Traffic will be a nightmare unless we head downstairs now, we’ve at least got to get you there in time to smile and wave at all the people you already know,” you grinned.

He followed, no putting up a fight this time, your sudden take-charge attitude coming forward as you lead the group down the hall and out to where the limo was waiting. But as the rest of the crew filed into their cars, you heading for the team at the front, you were surprised as Tom gently took your hand and smiled, “I’d prefer you ride with me, Y/N. You know, in case anything comes up while we’re on the ride there. This limo seems far too large to be in here alone. How about it?”

The smile he gave melted away nervousness that had been eating at you. There was a new kind of anxiety rising now as you slid into the limousine you were almost never allowed into. You wanted to be able to do your job, and to do it well, but now? Sitting in the back of a limo headed to the main hall of the convention center, you weren’t quite sure how that might pan out.

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[fandomimaginestrash]

Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There's this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called "send to all" where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It's on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again. “So, welcome to the show!” He smiled. “Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear. “So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?” You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide. “Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically. “Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!” “Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned. “Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone. “Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it... feels... like we haven’t seen... each other... in such a long time...” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we...” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked. “Probably too much” you responded. “Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked. “Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added. “In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered. “Better than getting none I suppose” you joked. “Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you. “I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled. “Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’? “Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together” “Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.” “Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”   “That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you. You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you. “Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled. “Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically. “He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off” Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams. Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away. “Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked. “No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”

(Part 2)

[buckyownsmylife]

okay one more... Tom Hiddleston having you take all of him. i am such a hoe. No regrets.

Why do I feel like this was at least partly inspired by those gifs sent on discord this morning? 😂

If you’re reading this and want me to write something, feel free to send me some headcanons ideas! I’ll be writing those all day!

So I’m picturing you had a pretty lousy day and you got home just desperate to forget all about it

And Tom, obviously being the incredible boyfriend he was, could immediately recognize the signs of a terrible mindset all over your body

Your tense shoulders, the frown on your face, the way your hair had fallen out of your bun and you hadn’t tried to adjust it at all

And also like the incredible boyfriend he was, he knew exactly what you needed to get your mind off of it

That’s how you ended up on his lap, stretching around his girth, your hair completely loose and both of you completely naked in the middle of the living room

“There you go sugar... Nice and slow... I love how you’re always so wet for me... This is exactly what you needed, huh? Just to fill your mind with my cock just like it’s filling this pretty cunt.”

Of course, he was absolutely right. Whenever his member was visible, all you could think about was his dick, and his dick only

But trying to take all of him for the first time in a day, especially in such a position, really demanded all of your focus and energy, up until the moment where you could feel him on your stomach, your navels touching when you finally managed to sit on all of him.

And when you finally started to move, wiggling on top of him before fully riding him, that’s when all thought about your day or anything else really disappeared from your mind.

Tom’s hands covered your breasts, squeezing them tightly, prompting you to open your eyes to meet his again.

“Watch it,” he said, nodding towards where you were joined. “I want you to watch it.”

And so you did.

You looked down to witness the way his member invaded you, how it stretched you open and taught you to think only about that, only about him, the way he felt, the way he made you feel

“Yeah, I know it feels good, sugar.” His comment was what made you realize that you had been whining over him, desperate to reach that high and take him there with you.

But you also knew it was only the beginning of a long, sweaty night - one that would erase all of the memories of whatever the rest of the day had brought you altogether until all you could remember was Tom and the way he ruined you for every other man.

This is my first time writing for him, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, but could never think of a plot!

[buckyownsmylife]

Electric Feel - Tom Hiddleston smut

The one where Tom moved in to help you, but you end up helping each other.

Warnings: porn with a very unecessary and minimal plot, smut, dom!female, sub!Tom, masturbation (m), oral sex (f), mistress kink, brief mention of a stalker, actress!reader

Word count: 2k<

A/N: This is so small compared to everything @just-the-hiddles​ deserves, but it’s her birthday and I just couldn’t let it go by without a token of my gratitude, love and admiration! Happy birthday, Liz! I hope you know how much I care about you! ALSO: unedited for the moment because I just started and finished this entire thing in the last six hours when I should be studying but oh well.

Tom’s P.O.V.

I didn’t remember stopping to think for a single second ever since I saw the news. My fingers acted on their own accord, hitting those numbers I had memorized so long ago, raising the phone to my ear as I waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?” Hearing her voice didn’t calm me down like I expected it would. I realized then, I’d only feel tranquil once more when I could see her with my own eyes, touch her skin, feel her warmth.

“Darling? How are you?” I still asked, almost automatically, and if I had hoped she would at least be well enough to pretend to be okay, the sharp inhale that preceded her burst into tears shattered that illusion in a second. “I’m on my way.”

And that was how I ended up in her house in what felt like the blink of an eye. The trip there could have lasted days - all that mattered was that the second I had my arms wrapped around her, everything felt alright again.

“It’s okay,” I soothed her, but it was probably better directed at myself. “I’m here now.” It took at least a day before I was comfortable enough to ask her about it. “How did they find the guy?” When she latched onto a detailed explanation of the events from the last week, how she’d started receiving random death threats that suddenly weren’t so random anymore, I felt almost like I wasn’t even there, but floating over the living room, watching us talk from the outside looking in.

I held her close for a long time after that, unable to admit even to myself that not feeling her body against mine made me feel empty and weak. And so the feeling of protectiveness stirred awake inside of me - or maybe it had been there all along, I just failed to acknowledge it.

All I knew was that inserting myself into Y/N’s daily life was much easier than I ever expected it to be. And even if I told both her and myself that this was for her own safety, because she needed someone around until she felt comfortable by herself again, I knew it was more for my own benefit than anything else.

I just didn’t anticipate it would make my feelings that much harder to deal with. Did I know that I wanted her? Yes, maybe even ever since we’d met. And as our friendship progressed and we became closer, I saw that desire develop into something deeper, more solid. Still, I stupidly believed it was nothing more than a crush, and I’d be able to pretend it didn’t exist and get on with my life day after day like it wasn’t there.

Now that my days began and ended with her, I was highly aware of my mistake.

“Tommy,” she called out, making me lift my eyes from the tv and fall on her and the dog she currently tried to control. “I’m going to take her for a walk, okay?” I sat up automatically, ready to join her, when I felt a hand over my shoulder, gently pushing me back against the sofa.

“C’mon, finish the movie!” She admonished, a knowing grin on her face. “I think there’s a scene coming up with someone you particularly enjoy. I’m just going into the backyard, no need to worry.”

Even though I stayed seated where she’d left me, my eyes trailed over her figure as she disappeared inside the kitchen, until I heard the backdoor close. Despite knowing there was no possible immediate danger to her inside the boundaries of her own home, I couldn’t help but worry.

That was until a moan caught my attention, bringing it back to the tv once more. It sounded so familiar and so foreign at the same time, I was instantly intrigued, eyebrows furrowed as I struggled to identify the young woman that was being so brutally fucked by the main protagonist in a dark club.

My mouth hang open once the lighting changed and her face became recognizable, those same alluring features tempting me just as much as they tempted the character on the screen. So this was what she meant, I didn’t even know she was on this movie when I first picked it out. 

I could feel my member hardening inside my sweatpants as her beautiful, melodic voice kept tempting me, and I grit my teeth as I chanced a glance at the kitchen, wondering how long I had before she was back. Not enough, I knew that. Still, looking down at my crotch made me believe it was worth at least a try, because the alternative was her surely seeing just how affected her little scene had made me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The silence in the living room was my first indication that something was different, and as I stepped foot in the place where I’d left Tom not even five minutes ago, I realized my intuition was right - he’d abandoned the movie and left me alone in the main floor of the house.

Maybe he wanted to take a shower, or answer a call? I didn’t know, but I figured I should let him know I was back before he got worried, so I climbed up the stairs two at a time before stopping in front of the guest room he’d been staying in, suddenly frozen by what I heard.

“Y/N…” It was my name, breathed out in a whiney, raspy moan that left me no doubt over what was happening behind the door I now clutched so tightly. My mind drifted back to the movie we’d been watching, the scene I knew he’d see. Had I been the cause for his arousal?

My body acted of its own accord, the week of emotional tension before he arrived, replaced by the sexual energy that was always present whenever he was around finally getting the best of me. 

I opened the door. His hand was curled around a large member, the sight of which had me whimpering as I clenched my thighs together, alerting me of my entrance. His eyes, which were closed, immediately widened upon seeing me, and he tried to cover his erection with both hands, even if it was obviously not possible to do so. 

“Why are you shy?” I asked, head tilted as I analyzed the man before me, my mouth watering at the sight. I was desperate to give in to this desire, let go of the fears and anxieties that had been clawing at me ever since the first message arrived, and so I climbed on the bed like he was my prey, determined to make him crack and admit his own attraction to me.

“You called my name,” I noticed once I was on his lap, eyes taking inventory of every inch of pretty skin I couldn’t wait to bruise. “Don’t you want me?” At the sound of the insecurity in my voice, he jolted, eager to show that there wasn’t a reason for there to be any.

“Of course I do.” Smiling, I hummed appreciatively as I licked my lips, eyes darting down and seeing that he still hadn’t resumed his movements on his cock, even though it clearly needed some attention.

“Then why don’t you touch yourself while I suck little lovebites all over you huh?” Finally, I enveloped his pink lips with mine, eager to taste them, touch his tongue with mine. But I needed to see him cum way too badly, and I craved the control I knew I could exercise with him.

So I forced myself to pull away, laying kisses down his jaw until I reached his neck, starting to bite and suck there at the sound of his whines. Below us, I noticed he had started jerking off again, although hesitantly, and so I covered his hand with mine and forced him to get back to his previous pace.

“Show me how much you desired me,” I ordered, as he instantly fought back, “Kiss me again.” It was such a sweet request, and particularly in the breathless tone he tried to make petulant, it made me even more excited to play with the man I had wanted for so long. 

“But do you really deserve another kiss?” I taunted, pressing them on his chest, on his biceps, anywhere other than his lips. He was breathing through his mouth now, long deep sighs being interjected by his moans and whines, and it all went straight to my panties. 

“Yes,” he insisted, hand tightening around himself and a delicious blush spreading over his chest as I sat back on by heels to judge the hauntingly tempting image before me. He bit his lower lips in an effort to hold back his own sounds, but as I got rid of my clothes, his efforts proved fruitless, and a wanting cry escaped his throat as I forced him to quicken his movements once more.

“Oh, I see…” I wasn’t done teasing him, not by a long shot. “You’ve wanted me all along, haven’t you?” All he could do was nod, and I could see the underlying shyness in his reluctance to admit it. 

“Well, I’ve wanted you too, baby. And right now, I want to suck you off until my jaw is sore, how does that sound like?” Another moan was all I got as a response, making me smile wider than I’d ever done before.

“But I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. So for now, all I’ll let you do is keep touching yourself while you suck on my tits, how about that?” His eyelids were heavy when he looked at me, having to throw his head back to be able to meet my eyes.

“Fuck… It’s… perfect.” I cooed at how wrecked he looked like, even with how little I’d touched him, my navel brushing his member briefly as we adjusted ourselves so he could wrap his lips around my nipple.

“Oh…” I gasped in delight as tingles raised up my spine at the pleasant sensation, and between us, I could feel his movements growing more desperate as my moans replaced his in the otherwise silent bedroom.

When I felt him spill all over my stomach, I pulled him away from my chest by my grip on his locks, finally giving him what he wanted and capturing his lips with mine once more. “Hmm…” I moaned once we parted and I’d scooped some of his release to give it a taste. “So sweet.”

Tom was looking at me like I was some sort of extraterrestrial being, chest visibly heaving in his effort to keep breathing. “Can I taste you know?” He at last managed to ask, and I pretended to think, before gently nudging him out of the bed and onto the floor. 

“Yes,” I approved, wrapping his curls around my fingers again before bringing him down to the apex of my thighs, moaning as his tongue eagerly plunged inside of me, eager to get acquainted with the most intimate part of my body. “Who would have known you could be such a submissive little thing, huh?”

When he raised his head to answer, just the sight of my wetness dripping from the lower part of his face had my heart skipping a beat. “You should have known… A single word from you and I’d drop to my knees and worship you like you deserve… Mistress.”

[buckyownsmylife]

heyy!! today is my birthday so i would love if you write something like tom hiddleston showing some love on his gf birthday 🥺 i love your writing and honestly make me so happy !! ty so much

I’m so sorry for missing your actual birthday, but I hope you had the best day ever! Here’s my gift to you!

Headcanon Sunday is almost over! Send me your ideas for next week’s edition!

Tom would very obviously wake you up with breakfast in bed

Croissants and coffee, a single rose in a small vase

He’s a romantic at heart, you can’t fight me on that

The thing is, once you were done with your breakfast?

You found out that pot of nutella wasn’t only for you to use on your pastry

Tom made sure to lap it off of you for what felt like hours

Making you cum over and over again on his eager, waiting tongue

Until you needed to take a nap because he had already gotten you incredibly tired just after waking you up

But it was okay

It was part of his plan

While you napped, he got things ready for a surprise birthday party in your living room

Only your closest friends and family were invited

It was more of a barbecue sort-of-thing

And soon enough, the house you two shared was buzzing with people

All excited to see you and wish you the happiest of birthdays

And so he soon made his way upstairs to wake you up

“Get ready, put on your favorite dress,” he instructed with a kiss to your neck while you pouted

You fully intended to spend your birthday in bed, getting railed by your boyfriend until the early hours of the morning rolled around again

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” he tried to convince you, and you huffed, but did as he said

You weren’t disappointed

It was so great to see your loved ones, all gathered to celebrate another year of your life!

But even as you walked around your house, greeting everyone, your mind and your gaze kept drifting back to Tom and how handsome he looked talking to your family

You knew the best birthday tradition was yet to come…

“Hmmm…. How many are we going for this year, my love?”

“Seven,” you whispered, entire body tingling as you imagined Tom bringing you over the edge seven times in a row

“Better get started, then!”

This is my idea of a perfect day!

[assetunclassified]

Stupid, little game

Summary: “Hi, I’m Tom Hiddleston and this is Y/F/N Y/L/N and we’re in the hot seat to answer Ellen’s burning questions.”

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning: none? a bit of swearing? (like... 2 cursewords)

Word Count: 2700+

Requested: YES! MY FIRST REQUEST! AHH!

AN: Thank you so much @imnotusedtobeingloved for requesting this! I had a blast while writing it!! And thanks to @theoneanna for proof-reading this for me! Love ya! Hope you all like this and thank you so much for reading! Please criticize away! Tell me what I can do to improve my writing skills! Thank you!

She sits in her chair, leg bouncing up and down as she waits for him. Tom’s late, and it only serves to make her nerves even worse.

Sure, no one would think that Y/F/N Y/L/N, an international theatre star, would get nervous because of a stupid interview, but there she was, feeling like a sinner in church, about to enter the confessional. Only, the priest wasn’t even there yet!

She looks at the cameras in front of her, seeing her expression mirrored in the lenses. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line in an attempt to not bite at her nails. She shakes her head, thinking this can’t be worse than any other interview she’d done before, which only pushes more thoughts into her head.

Of course this isn’t the first time she’d done an interview. Of course she shouldn’t be worried about what was about to happen. Only, this wasn’t just any interview. This was her first interview on the Ellen Show. She remembers how she’d dreamt about this when she first started acting, and now here she was, about to reach that point in her career.

The fact that it isn’t the actual live version of the show kind of serves to soothe her worries, but at the same time also gives her more to worry about. A live interview is scripted. She gets to know what the questions will be before she even enters the stage where the interviewer shoots them at her. She has some type of control over the situation.

Ellen’s burning questions is everything but that. Unscripted, unedited, uncensored, unnerving. So, even if it is just a YouTube special, it definitely gets her blood boiling.

The door opened, and in he walked, 15 minutes late. If she thought about it, it wasn’t that bad. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he had an interview right before this. Maybe traffic was being a bitch and he couldn’t make it in time no matter how hard he tried. But Y/N would not have it. Already nervous and sweating, she shook her head at her co-worker and rolled her eyes as he made his way over to his seat, saying sorry to everyone but her. God, she hated Tom.

When she first heard that she would be working with him on the new Loki series, she was ecstatic. She had dreamt about working with Marvel and this was the epitome of awesome, since she had heard about how great of an actor Tom was and she idolized the guy. But, as most of these type of encounters go, she was left disappointed.

The first time she met him was on the day where they had their chemistry read. Hellos were exchanged before they both sat down at a table with the producers and writers and casting directors for the series. It was nerve-wracking. She had never acted in anything but a theatre play before, and she knew this would be way more demanding.

So, she sat down, looked at Tom who seemed more indifferent than anyone she had ever seen in her life. He didn’t even spare her a second glance, let alone bother getting to know her.

But, she read her lines, he read his, they clicked while in character, the filming started the very next week, and now here they were promoting a series which had both their names distinguishably written in its trailer. Tom Hiddleston as Loki, the god of mischief and lies, and Y/F/N Y/L/N as Eir, a goddess and Valkyrie, who somehow managed to sneak her way into the prince’s heart.

Y/N watches as Tom takes his seat, his eyes shifting between her and the cameraman. He gives the cameraman a nod and they start rolling. She is left gob-smacked at how easily he commands the room, even without a word.

God, she hates Tom. She hates stupid, tall, handsome, British Tom. And more than anything, she hates that she can’t hate him, no matter how much of an ass he is.

“Hi, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N,” he says, making her turn to him, expression shocked as ever.

“And I’m Tom Hiddleston,” she says, taking the lead from him. If he was playing a game, she would definitely show him how to change the rules. “And we’re in the hot seat to answer Ellen’s burning questions.” She smiles at the camera, waiting for Tom to ask the first question as it appears on the teleprompter.

“What is the most rebellious thing you did as a teenager?” Tom asks. He looks to Y/N, the smirk on his lips a dare to her.

“I took my dad’s credit card and bought myself school supplies,” she answers easily, pressing the red button in front of her.

Tom shakes his head, the smirk on his lips never failing. “Really?” he asks.

“What?” She turns to him, only to catch him rolling his eyes. “I was a good kid, okay?” she laughs. This was the part she knew she had to play. It needed to look like they were the best of friends, otherwise some gossip show would definitely milk this for all it’s worth. “What about you, mister ‘vanilla’?”

His tongue pokes out of his mouth, going over his bottom lip as he thinks about his answer. She can’t help but stare as he takes his hand and rubs at his beard. Her heart is definitely pumping more blood than it should be. “You’re not supposed to think, just say the first thing that comes to mind,” she says, making him shake his head.

“I went skinny dipping.” He pressed the red button, changing the question on the screen.

Y/N was sure she was as red as the buttons in front of them, the image of a young, wet, naked Tom running through her head. “You’ve gotta read the next question, love,” he says, a chuckle punctuating his sentence.

“What do you wear to bed at night?” she asks, shaking her head as her palm finds her face. This would be the death of her.

“Well, if you must know. I sleep naked,” he says. “What about you, Y/N?” And there is his tongue again, out to play.

“I wear pajamas, like a normal person.” She presses the button, laughing, prompting Tom to do the same and the question changes once again.

“What is your favorite curse word?” Tom reads, leaning back into his seat, seemingly more relaxed.

“Easy, fuck me.” Y/N presses her button, turning to Tom, whose left eyebrow is raised in question. “I like to keep it all directed towards me, y’know. They say you get what you give, so I’d rather not put that energy out into the universe.” Y/N laughs, waiting for Tom to answer.

“Mine’s shit or cunt. It depends on the day.” He says, pressing the button.

The question changes and this time Y/N’s eyes widen. “What body part of your co-star do you like the most?” she reads.

“Hmm… well… this isn’t degrading at all. I’m not just a piece of meat, you know?” Tom says. He turns to look at Y/N, who’s chewing on her lip. Oh, this was something he wasn’t expecting. “I think… Your smile. I definitely like your smile.”

Tom watched as pink dusted her cheeks, her lips pulling into a tinier version of said smile.

“I like Tom’s work ethic,” she answers, pressing the button in front of her, getting ready to read the question.

Tom stops her. “Wait, wait. It says ‘body part’, I don’t think my work ethic is exactly a body part, love.” Tom smirks.

Y/N shakes her head. This was the most conversation he had ever held with her and he’s trying to make her divulge something she’s not comfortable with. “Sorry to disappoint you Tommy, but you’re a workaholic. Work ethic is etched on your face every single day.” She smirks as his expression falls. “But, if you must know, I like your eyes.”

Tom’s lips pull into a smirk, his eyes never leaving her. “Why?”

She interrupts Tom’s prying with another question. “Who was your first celebrity crush?” Y/N asks, turning to Tom who seems to be overthinking the question by the way his eyebrows are lifted.

“I think… Jennifer Love Hewitt.” Tom presses his button.

“Easy, Sean Connery,” Y/N says, quickly pressing the button.

Tom looks to her, seeing the way she gets giddier and giddier as the questions come and go. “Sean Connery?” he asks her.

Y/N trails her gaze from the teleprompter to Tom, her Y/E/C eyes meeting his. “Yes? Got a problem with that, Hiddleston?”

Tom shakes his head, chuckling, the very sound making Y/N shiver in delight. “No, love. I’d just never taken you for a girl that likes older guys. He was like what… 60 when you were born?”

“I like watching old movies. When I first saw him he was 30, that is, on the screen.” Y/N shrugged and giggled. She looked back to the teleprompter, missing the hopeful look in Tom’s eyes.

“What is the one thing you love in a man?” Tom asks, laughing at the way the question was formulated. “Well, let’s see. I like someone who is strong, who takes care of his body, has lots of money…” Tom counted on his fingers, making Y/N laugh. God, her laughter was definitely one thing he loved about her. He didn’t know why, but he just did. Maybe it was the way she could never fake her real laugh, no matter how good of an actress she was. She couldn’t mimic the way her eyes laughed as her lips pushed at her cheeks. She couldn’t mimic that melodious sound that just had him trapped, wanting to laugh along with her. It was simply and utterly entrancing and contagious.

The first time he met her, he didn’t know what to think. He watched her walking through the doors, her steps careful and calculated, but her smile more genuine than any he had ever seen. One look at her and he was definitely interested. Interested in finding out more about the girl who was so confident and at the same time, so bashful. He checked himself before he could do something stupid, since he didn’t know if he would even get the chance to know her better.

The second he heard she had been chosen as Loki’s love interest, he was over the moon. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could get her to agree to go on a date with him. To talk about their interests and get to know each-other outside the workplace.

That dream was shattered as soon as he had learned that she was maybe just a bit too young for him. With nine years difference between them, he couldn’t imagine how she would ever say yes to him when she most definitely had better options out there. So, he ripped the band aid before he got himself hurt, and decided that it would be better if he didn’t get too close.

But now, after he had gotten a bit of insider info, he thought that maybe he had been a bit too harsh in his “not getting too close”. He had utterly avoided her, going as far as to not say hello. And even though his anxiety played part in that, he still felt awful. He had definitely been a dick.

“Tom?” Her voice snapped him out of his trance, his eyes finally focusing on the question.

“So, what about you, love? What do you like in a man?” Tom asked again.

Y/N looks to Tom, who’s obviously more interested in her answer than he should be. Her best guess: He’s messing with her. He figured out she likes him and he’s messing with her. “Well, I like someone who’s true to his feelings,” she says, staring him right in the eye. She presses the button, startling Tom as he shamefully lets his eyes fall to his own button.

“And that… was it! You guys better watch…”

“Actually, we have one more question,” Tom interrupts as Y/N’s eyes narrow.

“No we…”

“Yes, we do. I’m going to lay all my cards out on the table and say that I’d really like to take you out on a date.” Tom’s eyes don’t leave Y/N as the camera keeps rolling. He doesn’t care that the whole world will know about this. He doesn’t care, because he knows that whatever will happen after this, the world will have no say in. “So, last question: Will you go on a date with me?”

Y/N’s eyes staring deeply into his, searching for something that might tell her that he’s just playing. That this was just some type of publicity stunt to make the series more popular. But all that she could see was, honesty. Honesty and hope.

“O…kay?”

A smile pulled at Tom’s lips as he turned back to the camera. “Well, there you have it folks. This has been burning questions. Please go watch the new Loki series. Lots of mischievous love from us to you.”

The camera stopped rolling. Y/N and Tom stood up from their seats, turning to each-other. They could feel the eyes of those in the room focused on them, waiting to see what would happen.

“We should… probably talk more in private…” Y/N says, suddenly feeling bashful.

“Yeah, we should.” Tom couldn’t believe his luck. Even though it might’ve been for the camera and for the sake of dodging a scandal, she had still said yes. And he would most likely make the best out of it.

“So, what’s this about?” Chris asks as his best friend. The screen of his phone shows Tom, who’s obviously still in bed, having just been woken up by Chris’s call.

“Wait a second, mate.”

Chris watches as Tom stands up slowly, quietly walking out of his bedroom and into his living room, closing the door behind him. “What’s what about?” Tom asks.

Chris rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed with Tom’s secret-keeping. The whole world knows and he had to find out through a YouTube video. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Tom. I know you know what I’m talking about. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Tom rubs the sleep from his eyes, making Chris’s eyebrows furrow. He was definitely surprised that Tom was still tired. If he had his math right, it should’ve been one in the afternoon in LA.

“Tell me that you’re dating Y/N!” Chris whisper-yells, not wanting anyone else to hear, just in case he’s wrong.

“Sorry, mate. I honestly thought you knew,” Tom laughed as he heard the door to the bedroom open.

“Hey, Chrisy!” Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck, her face appearing on the screen.

“You guys are honestly the worst friends a guy can have! How long?” Chris asks.

“How long what?” Y/N kisses Tom’s cheek as she walks into the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

“Come on! How long have you two been together?!”

Tom looks to the ceiling, honestly amused at how angry his friend seems to be. “A few months?”

“A few MONTHS?!”

Tom chest shakes with laughter. “Yeah… since that Ellen interview? Right, love?”

“Yup!” Y/N says, coming back with two cups of tea in her hands. “Three months.” She sips from her tea, sitting down next to Tom who wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He sits his head on her shoulder, smiling widely at the camera.

“I really hate you guys,” Chris says, though he can’t help but smile at the sight of his two friends, together, sexual tension definitely long gone.

“No, you really love us.” Y/N makes a weird kissy-face towards the camera, making Chris laugh and Tom frown.

“Careful there, love. You’re making your boyfriend jealous.” Chris punctuates his sentence with a chuckle. “But I’m happy for you two. Just… make sure to not send the wedding invitation three months too late, okay?”

Tom and Y/N laugh, saying goodbye to Chris then cuddling on the couch. Enjoying their down-time together.

Tom looks down on his girlfriend of three months, and he can’t believe how lucky he is. He found someone who is so down to earth and so caring, what more could he want?

Y/N looks up to him, only to find him already staring down at her. “What’s on your mind?” she asks.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.” Tom’s lips find her in a slow, lazy kiss. “And thinking that we should probably thank Ellen for her stupid, little game.”