#Tom hiddleston tickle fic
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Since you write for avengers actors can you please do Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston X Teen Reader where she plays Thor and Loki’s little sister and during filming one of them accidentally tickle her but play it off. After directors cut they both question her about it and she denies but they tickle her anyway and Reader ends up being WAY more ticklish than Chris and Tom thought?
On screen brother's discovery.
How you got here was beyond you, on a marvel set, next to freaking Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth, in full costume which was Asgardian style dress and in front of a whole camera crew.
"Do you really have to toss me around for this scene"? You ask nervously as you fidget with your sleeve.
"Aww don't worry darling we'll catch you" Tom said with a smile as he ruffled your hair to which you slapped his hand away.
"yeah don't worry little one" Chris said as he laughed and got into position.
"And action"! The director yelled and you sprinted away like the script said, the other two not far behind.
"Now now little sister, where are you off to in such a hurry" Tom said in a very Loki matter as he caught up with you and picked you up with ease.
"Ahhh Loki! Put me down" you screeched as you hang in his arms.
"As you wish" he shrugged and tossed you over to Chris.
"That was not what I meant"!! You yelled with a short scream as Chris tossed you back to Tom.
When his hands caught you, he accidentally grazed your sides causing you to let out a surprised giggle with a squeak.
Luckily nobody seemed to notice it (how very naive of you) and you all finished the scene.
"So what was that little giggle that I heard from you hmm"? Tom said casually as you enter the break room to get something to eat.
"W-what" you stutter caught off guard as you turn around to grab your lunch.
"Yeah i heard something too" Chris said as he tapped his chin in thought "You wouldn't be... Ticklish would you?"
"What! N-no that's ridiculous" You said way too quickly.
It was quiet for a minute before you suddenly heard Tom whisper from behind you "You are a horrible liar darling" and trapped you in a bear hug, pulling you to the ground so your back was flush against his chest.
You tried to keep hidden how flustered you were but that all went straight out the window when Tom spidered over your tummy.
Immediately you threw your head back crackling and trashed around, Chris gave a booming laugh and sat down in front of you while grabbing your ankles and dragging his nails over the sole of your foot since you weren't wearing your shoes.
"AHHH GUYS STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you giggled your head off as you squirmed in Tom's hold who in return only held you tighter and blew a raspberry in your neck, you quickly pulled your shoulders up with a laugh.
"My my you really are quite ticklish aren't you dear"? Tom cooed as he squeezed your sides.
"I thought you were ticklish little one but I didn't expect you to be this sensitive" Chris laughed as he spidered up and down your feet, which tickled like hell.
"AHHAHHAHAH" by this point you couldn't even think of anything to say and just surrendered, laughing your breath away.
They slowed down a little so you could get some air as giggles flowed off your lips.
"Norns your absolutely adorable sweetheart" Tom smiled as he pulled you up so you were laying in his lap still breathless from their 'innocent' torture.
"What is it with you and nicknames"? You giggled as you cuddled into him while Chris came to sit next to you two and made an attempt to braid your hair.
"Oh you know you love it" Tom laughed.
"Just so you know, we are never going to let this go" Chris said with a smirk.
"Nooooooo" you whined playfully.
"Yesssss, be happy we didn't tell the rest of the cast yet about your cute little weakness" he said with a grin before pulling you up from the ground "come on we still have some scenes to finish".
You three walked out of the break room, but not before you grabbed your lunch (food is very important), and went on with the rest of the scenes.
Needless to say not much got done that day.
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Loki (he/they) x male reader (established relationship)
You are a part of the avengers, and you’ve been overworking yourself. Loki sees this and wants you to rest and look after yourself.
You sat quietly at the countertop, still groggy and forcing yourself to stay awake. It had been two days since you’d seen your partner Loki, as you had been sent on a long and arduous mission with the rest of The Avengers. As much as you loved being a part of the team and fighting along aside your friends, your heart ached whilst being apart from Loki. Despite both of you only being together a few months, you were pretty much inseparable and still struggle to be without each other’s company for more than a few days.
You swivelled around on your chair to face Loki, who was making herbal tea for the both of you. He noticed you gazing at him and shot you a flirty glance. He smirked when he saw the soft glow on your cheeks.
“Enjoying the view my love~”
He walked over to you, holding the two mugs, and he placed them carefully on coasters (god knows how many times he complained about people not using coasters).
“How’s are you feeling my love?”
You smiled; his whole personality seemed to soften around you; his tone and overall demeanour changed immediately in your presence.
“I’m doing ok hun.” You smiled, not wanting to worry them.
Loki sighed and sipped his tea. You knew that he worried about you constantly-he hated seeing you hurt no matter how serious the injury is. You saw his expression and decided to change the subject.
“I missed you Loki.”
Loki smiled as looked into your eyes, knowing you’d fold the second they made contact.
“Those two days felt like a lifetime.”
Everything he said was poetic; Loki had an amazing way with words. He looked back at you as you hid your glowing face in your hands discreetly, and smirked.
“Aww you’ve gone all shy already. We’ve only been in each other’s company for about half an hour and you’ve gone coy, my love”
“Stop it, you know what you’re doing.”
You giggled as he put his palm to his chest sarcastically in shock.
“Me? Why, Y/N, explain what it is you’re accusing me of doing?”
He grinned as you became more shy-he revelled in it. He inched his chair closer to yours, in a childish manner almost, and snaked his hands round your waist, embracing you.
“Let’s make a deal shall we darling,” he spoke softly, rubbing your back as he did so, “next time Stark sends you on a long mission, you refuse, is that ok?”
“Lohoki I can’t just say no, he’s kill me.”
Loki grinned once again as he adored hearing you laugh. They took a small sip of their tea, then turned to look at you.
“So then my love, it is probably about time that you had some rest. You’ve been busy working for far too long.”
He spoke kindly; his offer was always so tempting, however you sighed and slowly got up from your chair.
“Honestly Loki and d love to, but I’ve got some stuff I gotta finish, then I said to Steve I’d train with him-“
“Y/N,” Loki cut you off mid sentence, “please rest. You’ve been over working yourself for a while now and it’s unhealthy.”
“I know Loki, but I have to get things done, or they’ll get on top of me. I can’t be flaky.”
Loki’s eyes flickered with sadness.
“Darling nobody thinks you’re flaky, in fact you are completely the opposite. Every person in this building would be able to tell me that you’re overworking yourself.”
His words comforted you, however that didn’t fully change your opinion-you were stubborn and they knew it. Loki thought for a second, then grinned at you. He made his way over to you and hugged you from behind.
“What could I do to convince the handsome but overworked love of my life that he needs to rest? I wonder…”
Before you could protest, Loki began kneading his fingers into your hips. You desperately tried to suppress a giggle.
“Lohoki Odinson, do not start.” Your voice cracked slightly as you began to giggle-Loki knew you were more ticklish than you cared to admit, so he often used it to his advantage in situations such as this.
“Oh, using my full name? You must be serious my love. Why don’t you let loose for me hm?”
Loki picked you up and carried you to the sofa, where he threw you down and held you r arms above your head with one hand. He used his other hands to wiggle his fingers above your belly. You giggled nervously, which made him more amused.
“What’s so funny?”
“Lohoki get off me!”
“But I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Ihi can stihill feel it though.”
“Well you going to feel it even more, riiight about….now.”
Loki dug his fingers into your hips, making you squeal and laugh harder. He enjoyed moments like this where you both were playful and childish. Considering the both of you had grown up quite fast as children and were never really given the time for playing and other acts like this, Loki always found opportunities to tease or tickle you in some way; it was one of their ways of showing affection.
Plus, as embarrassed as you were about this fact, you didn’t exactly *hate* being tickled. You struggled to even say the word without feeling uneasy and your face heating up. Loki noticed this within less that a few weeks of knowing you, and he immediately sought to find you alone and test out their theory. Of course he was right, and also pleasantly surprised.
“So my love, are you going to take some time off training and work to rest and take care of yourself?”
Loki spoke in a playful but soft tone; one that made you want to melt under his touch.
“Ihill have to check with st-EHEVE LOKI NAHH.”
Before you could try and protest, Loki had put his head on your stomach and was lightly nibbling your lower ribs and tummy.
“What a ticklish boy you are~”Loki grinned to himself as he spoke. “What was that? You’ll have to speak clearer.”
He teased you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to retaliate in this state. He fluttered his fingers over your underarms, making you cackle, much to your embarrassment.
“Oh now that’s just precious.” He cooed over you, genuinely enjoying himself.
“IHI SWEAR TO GOHOD, PISS OHOFF”
Loki gasped in sarcastic shock, “Language my love! We can’t have that can we?”
Loki moved his hands off your abdomen and his hands darted into your underarms.”
“GEHET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OUT”
Loki smirked and laughed to himself; your reaction was very entertaining.
“Well I can’t exactly move my hands can I love, you’ve clamped your arms down.”
You hesitantly loosened your arms to let him take his hands out of your armpits, but you held his hands away fro m you to avoid another rounds of ticklish attacks.
“Right then, do you swear that you’ll come relax with me for a while?”
“YEHES FINE JUST GET OHOFF ME”
“Do you swear?~ Loki lightly scribbled your tummy, making you squeal.
“IHI SWEAR”
Loki smiled and aloud you to regain your breath and some energy. As you calmed down, Loki put his arms around you and embraced you. As you hid your red, flustered face, Loki grinned mischievously.
“Oh yeah and one last thing…”
Before you had time to react, Loki hoisted your shirt up and blew a raspberry on your stomach, causing you to fall back on the sofa and scream.
“LOHOKI YOU ASS”
They smiled and ruffled your hair. As you giggled one last time, he smiled again at your expression and pulled you closer.
“Ihim sorry my love, it was too hard to resist. Now, shall we call Steve and the others to let them know of you plans?”
You nodded and curled up next to him on the sofa. The other Avengers completely understood your plans and didn’t think any less of you-all of them agreed you had overworked yourself recently and more than deserved some quality time.
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it darling?”
Loki chuckled as you frowned and snuggled closer under the blanket.
“You look utterly shattered darling~”
“Yeah well I’m bound to be a bit tired after all that aren’t I?”
“Oh Y/N, don’t act like you didn’t have a little bit of fun darling. From what I just witnessed, you don’t mind being tickled that much do you?”
“Hush”
(Been sat in my notes for agessss)
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So I had an idea if you want to take it. I love your writing sooooooo much.
So the reader is the newest maid and when She goes to clean Loki's room she's surprised to see him in the bath. Everything in her is telling her to leave but she stays and watches him. Well this turns into a somewhat daily ritual. She saves Loki's room for last so she gets there as he's getting into the bath. Of course Loki knows. He knew she was watching him from day one but let it go on because he was curious as to what she would do. Would she join him or stay in the literal shadows. We'll Loki makes that decision for her one night and tells her that if she is going to watch him she might as well join him. While they bath together and get "busy", Loki discovers that she's ticklish and decides to tickle her for making him wait so long.
Hope you like the idea but feel free to say no. 💙💚💜🖤
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A/N: I'm sorry this took a while friend. I had never written a tickle fic before. My research was very eye-opening indeed 😈. This is a long one too. I hope you enjoy it. As always my ASKS are open. Stop by even just to say 'Hi'. 😁😘
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Smut-fingering, masturbation, voyeurism. Tickling.
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
Life in the palace wasn’t so bad. You received new sets of clothes with a clean apron. The kitchen arranged three meals a day for you. And, provided that there wasn’t some big event or someone very important visiting, you would have one day a week, off.
You started as a chambermaid for the lowly courtiers, hoping to work your way up as one of Queen Frigga’s maids-in-waiting. You knew it wouldn’t be overnight, but if you were diligent and worked hard, you could be there in no time.
You worked mostly in the mornings, making the beds after they had been slept in. You left small tokens on the courtier’s pillows; flowers, or books that the courtiers mentioned they were looking for. Sometimes chocolates for the children.
At night, you would turn down the beds and make them look inviting for the residences of the palace. In the short time, you worked there, you had moved up from being the chambermaid to the dignitaries and courtiers to the chambermaid to the princes themselves. It won’t be long now, till you get to work for the queen herself.
Having just finished Prince Thor’s room, you made your way down the gilded halls into Prince Loki’s wing. You smiled at the guard posted to the prince’s door and knocked. No answer.
The guard wouldn’t stand by if Prince Loki was not in his room. You knocked louder, hoping to get the prince’s attention. You decided to go in and announce your presence. Looking down to the floor, you quickly came in and bowed.
“Your highness, I’m here to turn down your chambers for the night.”
There was no response. You stood there, bowed, waiting for a reply, or a rebuke. Anything. You dared to look up, only to be met with an empty room. Taking a big sigh, you decided to just finish what you came here to do.
You stoked the fire, adding two more pieces of wood to the hearth. You opened the windows slightly, to let the scent from the Queen’s garden inside. You tidied up here and there, picking up books and parchment off the floor and settling them upon the prince’s desk. Lastly, you pulled his blanket and top sheet down to an angle and fluffed the pillows making sure it was inviting for the royal.
Putting the last pillow down on the bed, you heard a soft humming and splashing coming from the comfort room to the side. You rolled your eyes at the realization that Prince Loki was in the en suite. Of course, he was there. How had I not considered looking in the restroom when I came in?
To confirm your suspicion, you went over to the door of the en suite. You were about to knock but his warm humming and loud sighs made you reconsider. He was relaxing and you didn’t want to bother him.
The door was slightly ajar, and you peaked in as you smelled the steam of pine and citrus wafting towards you. I really shouldn’t be doing this. If I get caught, he’ll think I’m a spy or worse. A pervert! Ladies should not be in the habit of spying on their betters.
You were about to turn away when the deep sound of a moan caressed your ear. Your eyes found the prince. His eyes were closed. His hair, damp and dark, like ink, stuck to the nape of his neck which was outstretched as he laid his head back resting on the edge of the clawfoot tub.
Prince Loki’s defined arms spread on either side of him as if he were welcoming you to join him. You rolled your eyes at the thought. In what realm would that ever happen? He lifted a foot outside the water and rested it on the edge. His arms sank back under, and another lip-biting moan escaped his lips.
A spontaneous whimper left your lips. You turned away, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes beamed as you realized what you had witnessed. Covering your mouth, you quickly gathered yourself and stalked out of the Prince’s room, not bothering to bid the poor guard goodnight.
The following night had you nervous and embarrassed as you prepared to turn down Prince Loki’s room. The thought of his hands sinking below the water, his long fingers gripping himself, eliciting the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard in your life, made you want to combust right there in the hallway.
“Your highness, I’m here to turn down your chambers for the night.” You were met with silence yet again as you looked up from your bow.
You noticed the thin opening of his en suite door. Calling you, beckoning you to have a glimpse. Your eyes never took off from the opening as you tended to his fire. Or, when you picked up his books and papers from the floor. Not even when you had turned down his bed and fluffed his pillows did your eyes wander far from the gap at the door.
You were drawn to it. The steam from the prince’s hot bath lured you in like an aphrodisiac. Licking your lips, you hesitantly walked over to the door.
Just like last night, Prince Loki’s well-defined arms stretched out from either side of him. His chest was heaving slowly, sensually, as he relaxed from the warm vapors of his bath. There was a terrycloth covering his eyes, warm and soothing as he let out a deep sigh.
His hands rubbed his neck, and you found yourself doing the same. He trailed his hands down the expanse of his heaving chest and into the steaming water. He lifted one knee as his strong fingers found what he was searching for.
His moans started low at first, a gentle vibration. Then you saw the waves form in the tub as he increased his movements. You witnessed his arms flexing and relaxing in rapid succession. A sultry moan escaped his open lips. You couldn’t help but bite your lip down and close your eyes as your own hands found your pebbled nipple underneath the sheath dress and apron you had on tonight.
When you heard him reach his pleasure, your hands found themselves in between your legs, rubbing furiously, as you sought your own high in tandem with the Prince. You let out a quiet orgasm as you leaned back on the wall, trying to support yourself as your knees gave way.
What had you just done? Reality sunk back into your body. The threat of the Prince finding out you had pervasive thoughts and touched yourself to his private moments scared you. You quickly ran out of the room and hurried back to your chambers.
You couldn’t stop thinking about what you just witnessed. The prince’s strong arms, his long neck stretched out to pleasure. The sound of the water splashing as his hands brought himself to his orgasm. His moans quivering in your memories as if you can still hear him.
This was wrong. You shouldn’t be spying on his most intimate moments. But you couldn’t stop. Night after night, you had saved Prince Loki’s room for last. You always announce your presence, warning the prince, but hoping he couldn’t, or rather, wouldn’t hear you.
And each night, whenever his hands would wander down the soapy waters, your own hand would complement his actions until you both found yourself in the throes of passion.
Loki had noticed your presence around the palace. The courtiers were often thanking him and his mother for their gracious gifts upon their pillows every morning, which made them confused. For they had not requested anyone to do so.
To his mother’s investigation, it turns out you had left tokens, or sometimes small chocolates, for the courtiers after their return to their chambers. The Queen was impressed by your kindness and generosity and promoted you as the Prince’s chambermaid. Perhaps, when there is an opening in her inner circle, she might consider taking you on.
The first time Loki was on the receiving end of your kindness was when he was looking to read a new book. He had already read the ones in his personal library twice over and the ones in the main library already.
That night, as he dried himself off from his bath, he noticed a book of poetry laid out on his pillow. He stayed up all night reading the book from cover to cover. He was pleasantly surprised that you had found something he had not read. And was even more surprised that he enjoyed it.
He stalked you afterward. As much as a busy prince could. You were kind and always had on a smile. He would hear you laugh at the guard’s jokes outside his door, and often wondered how you would react to his class of humor.
The first time you had spied on him, he had no warning that you were watching him from the sliver of the doorway. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared such voyeuristic perversion. But he heard you moan. A faint whisper of passion that was stifled by propriety. A sound he was sure that no one else had heard of. Not even those unworthy guards outside who could make you laugh.
The next night, he wanted to see if you would be so bold enough to watch him again. And so, without reservation, he waited till he knew he had your attention and imagined that his hand was yours. It was your hand roaming his wet body. Your touch, that sought out his pleasure underneath the waters.
He heard you whimper again, and he knew he had you. Night after night, he invited you to watch him. Always leaving a small opening for the door. Hoping your urges would just overtake you and you would march through the doors and give yourself to him. Hearing you shuffle around in his chambers excited him. Does she know that I think about her? Does she know how much I crave her attention?
All his frustrations finally climaxed in one night. He noticed you come into the great hall as Fandral’s attendant. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three were visiting his loutish brother and his mother had ascribed you to be Fandral’s maid while he was here.
Anyone but Fandral! Loki thought. That scoundrel wouldn’t be able to admire you properly as he could. He wouldn’t know how kind and generous you are with your attention. How forward and lascivious you could be.
Yet, all too soon, Fandral got caught up in your gracious manner as well. He couldn’t take his rascal eyes off you. Loki witnessed him tuck a stray hair away from your face and into the back of your ear. You let out a ticklish laugh.
Realizing what you had just divulged. You clapped your hands over your mouth and let out an apology. A warm blush traveled along your body and Loki followed the hue. His eyes enjoyed the sight as he perused over you. Fandral laughed, almost mocking you for having a secret ticklish spot.
When Loki heard your laugh, that same carefree laugh he heard when you were out mingling with his guard, he was instantly jealous. He was so entranced by the sounds you made. He treasured your moans. But that was behind closed doors and in secret. He wanted to hear you laugh carefree and only for him.
After finishing your nightly chores, and obligations to Fandral, you hurried down to Prince Loki’s chambers to set his room for the night. Greeting the guard hurriedly, you set to come inside and hurry your duties. As always, the room was empty. The door to his en suite was slightly ajar and steam from his bath furled outward luring you to come closer.
You slowly made your way toward the en suite. The familiar tile and clawfoot tub appears in your sight. Tendrils of steam gave way, but the tub was empty.
“Hello, pet,” Loki said in a deep growl behind your ear. You turned around surprised and almost giggled at the tingling sensation his voice sent down your body.
“Your highness! I – I apologize, your grace. I didn’t m-mean to…” Loki uncloaked himself from his seidr and was wearing nothing but a towel, which hung low around his waist. His defined chest was stronger and more intimidating up close. Your throat dried up and you were at a loss for words.
“I know you’ve been watching me, dear. I can hear your soft whimpers even from behind the thick door.” He said to you as he studied you. A flush of red, as the roses outside, bloomed on your lovely face and crept throughout your body.
You had been caught. There goes your goal of working for the Queen. You would be put in the dungeons for spying. Or maybe the stocks. Worse yet, exiled! You did the only thing you could do. You knelt and begged for forgiveness.
“I-I apologize your majesty please forgive me. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just saw you an…”
“How shall I punish you?” Loki said teasingly.
“Please have mercy, your highness.” You started to cry. A sound that broke Loki’s heart. He’d rather hear you laugh or better yet come undone under his many talents.
“Come now, dear pet.” He said as he tucked your hair behind your ear. The action alone made you stop crying, forcing you to hold back your giggle. You were always so sensitive around your ears. “I think it’s only fair I get to watch you, don’t you think?”
Your eyes grew wide, and your breath hitched at what the prince had just asked you to do. He held out his hand to help you up.
You looked at it and hesitantly took his offer to help you stand. He led you to the steaming bath. The humidity steamed up the windows and made it hard for you to breathe. The smell of citrus and pine beguiles your senses as Prince Loki started to undress you.
He started with your apron, reaching behind you and untying your knot. He pushed the soft tule of your dress off your shoulders, letting them pool onto the floor. Loki noted that your blush had reddened your skin. He was eager to touch you. To find all your hidden spots that would make you lose control.
Loki bit his lip as he circled you. Trailing his finger from your back up to your shoulder. The action caused you to shiver and jump away from him. “Ah, ah, ah. Jump away like that and I’ll have to tie you down.”
“Please your highness, I’m very…sensitive to touch. I can’t handle it.” You begged.
“Oh, I can tell.” Loki traced his fingers down your neck, eliciting a moan this time. “I wonder if I can find all your sensitive areas. Get in, darling. Show me how you play with yourself.” This was only fair. After all, you had been taking your pleasure as you watched him for many nights now.
You looked at him hesitantly. His eyes sparkled and his smile was predatory. He was handsome and intoxicating. The definition of deadly charm, all wrapped up in muscle and sinew. You slowly laid yourself down on his spacious tub. The warm, soapy water felt amazing against your skin.
Loki couldn’t help but think how brave you were. You had gotten caught and instead of making up excuses and sniveling about it. You took on your punishment, as a good girl should. “Open your legs darling.” You followed his directions. Bending your knees, your feet on opposite sides of the tub. “Go on.” He said. “Pretend as if I’m not in the bath and no one can see you.”
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You wanted to please him. You wanted to make this right. You didn’t want to be cast out of the palace. You love your employment here.
You closed your eyes as your hand delicately trailed down your neck. You caressed your breast and pinched your taut nipples, eliciting a deep moan from your lips.
You imagined that your hands were his, roving your body. Trapped in between his strapping muscles. His heady moans echo in your ears. You rubbed yourself, bringing you to the edge. Sticking two of your fingers inside as Loki watched licking his lips.
He dropped his towel on the floor and exposed his hardening cock. Your eyes widened at how well-endowed he was. You had never seen him out of the water. He got inside the tub, kneeling on the opposite end.
“Are you thinking about me?” Loki asked in a deep, but subdued voice.
“Mmm, yes.” You whimpered, close to your release.
“Good girl.” He praised. “I wonder what happens when I touch you here?” he began to trace his fingers up your calves to the back of your knees. You began to giggle and move your legs away from him.
“Oh, no, no, no. Remember what I said about moving away, pet? Now I’m going to have to tie you down.” He said with faux remorse. Invisible cuffs held your hands up and tied to the faucet behind you.
Your heart beat faster. You were helpless against him. He leaned closer to your body as he stroked your arm. “Where else are you sensitive, my dear?” his fingers got dangerously close to your axilla, lingering above it. You shook your head, smiling. You were ticklish, yes. But not in the usual places.
Loki had figured this out when you giggled as he touched your ear. His hands found your sides and he ran his fingers up and down, earning a sharp laugh from your lips, making you splash water around you.
The sound of your honeyed laugh immediately excited him. He loved the sound- any sound -you made. He was so glad that he could make you laugh.
“M-mercy, your ha, ha, ha-highness, please.” You begged.
“Oh, but I love the sound of your laughter.” He trailed his fingers down your body. Caressing every inch. He lingered by the apex of your thighs. Your warm cunt tempting him. “Soon.” He said more to himself. “But first, I need to hear more of your sweet, sweet laughter.” He continued his touch down, behind your knees. The contact made you close your legs and kick up and down. Splashing water over the tub.
Loki laughed as well enjoying your reactions to his teasing. “Oh, you are perfect, my dear.” He continued to tickle you behind your knees. Your laughter rang through his ears like a siren’s song. He couldn’t get enough.
He brought up your leg from under the water and began kissing your thighs. Then your calves. Granting you a momentary reprieve. He bent your knees towards your head as he brought your feet closer to him.
“No! Please, please! Your Highness. No! I-I beg of you.” You tried to pull your feet away, but Prince Loki was a lot stronger. His thumbs pressed deep into the balls of your feet, making you smile and bite down on your lip. He massaged you gently and he felt you relax at his ministrations. He gently kissed your foot and then nipped your heel making you snort ungracefully.
“What a delightful creature you are,” he said smirking. He bit your heel again, making you laugh vehemently, and he continued to kiss his way up your leg.
When his lips found the bend of your knee, he snaked his tongue out and licked you, causing you to laugh again. “Hahaha…Your high…your highness. P-plea-se hahaha.”
His fingers continued massaging their way up your thighs, leaving marks. “Just so I know all the right places where I can touch you to get your angelic laugh.”
He reached your glistening folds, and he rubbed your sensitive pearl with his thumb. A different sound came out of your lips then. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that sound. I want all of it.”
He proceeded to insert two of his fingers inside you, holding your thighs apart. You had gotten so close earlier that it didn’t take long for you to reach your pleasure now. “Y-Your highness…L-Lokiii.”
When you moaned his name, he went feral! He took you in his mouth. His fingers rimmed inside you as his thumb rubbed your delicate nub. He would not let off till your screams echoed in his en suite. Something Loki has dreamt of often.
He felt you tighten around his fingers as the tingling sensation traveled throughout your body, making you cry out his name. You panted and came down from your high, after several moments. Loki continued to kiss you. His lips felt soft and confident.
“You beautiful siren,” he said kissing the side of your lips and all along your cheek. “What other beautiful noise can I draw out from you?” He tugged your ear with his lips and you started to laugh.
He smiled and said, “I’m going to spend the rest of the night finding out.”
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Hi
Can u pls write a tom hiddleston fic where he and his wife are happily married with many children and his wife plays jemma in agents of shield and every cast member talks about theie relationship and the fans stan them too.
I hav had this idea for a long time now
Hav a great week
Living the good life
PAIRING | Husband!Tom Hiddleston x Wife!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.2K
SUMMARY | Life with your husband Tom is pretty freaking perfect, and he wants to show you every single day how much he cares about you and your three angels. The rest of the world agrees with him, and you two are absolute couple goals to all of your fans.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mentions of breastfeeding a baby,
A/N | Thank you for this super sweet request Nonnie, I hope you enjoyed what I did with this one! 🖤
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It's been a long day on the set of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. You're looking forward to going home, where you will see your husband, Tom, your twin girls, Lily and Aster, and your youngest son, Sage.
What you didn't know, however, is that Tom is planning to surprise you on set after this day, and he's taking your three angels with him.
You just finished one of your last scenes for the day, and you're walking off the set when you suddenly hear a familiar voice on stage. You turn around to see Aster running your way, closely followed by Lily.
''Mommy, mommy!'' Aster shrieks as she runs your way, and you crouch with a big smile, your arms open wide to catch your girls in your arms as they get to you.
''Hi, troublemakers!'' you say as they fall into your arms and hug you close, but some of your co-stars also walk your way, ready to greet the girls. Everyone loves them, as well as Sage because they are all so kind and loving to everyone.
''Did you happen to bring your Dad as well, or did the two of you get over here all by yourselves?'' you ask, but they both shake their heads.
''He's over there, Mommy!'' Lily says, pointing to Tom, holding Sage on his hip, who looks adorable together.
You get up and walk over to Tom, your girls being taken care of by some of your other co-stars so you can greet the two of them.
''Hi, Love,'' you say as you walk over to Tom, and he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, making your heart flutter.
''Hi, Beautiful,'' Tom says as you pull apart, a smile dancing around his lips as he gets a good look at you, but Sage starts to get a little impatient when you give all your attention to his Dad.
''Somebody can't wait to cuddle his Mommy, huh?'' you coo at the little guy, and he bounces happily in your arms after you've taken him from Tom's arms.
''Thank you so much for dropping by with them; I believe I only have a few scenes left before I can finally go home,'' you tell Tom, and he can see the exhaustion settling on your face.
''It's okay. All you have to do is get through these last few scenes, and then I'll take you home for a relaxing bath. Maybe I'll even join you,'' he says with a wink, the thought already exciting you.
You give a few more kisses and blow a few raspberries on Sage's cheeks, and he giggles excitedly while kicking his feet in happiness, and it's honestly the cutest thing in the world.
One of your co-stars, Clark Gregg, walks over to you to notify you they're getting ready to film the last scene, a one-on-one between your two characters, but before he gets the chance, he's completely infatuated with your son, just like everyone else who sees him.
''Hi, Sage! How are you getting so big already?! And where are your sisters?'' he says after tickling his tummy, making him giggle again.
''Here we are, Uncle Clark!'' Aster says as the two girls run over to him, but Tom stops them before they bump into him.
''Easy, girls!'' he says with a massive smile on his face, and Clark crouches down to hug both girls and tell them that they, too, have grown a lot since he last saw them.
''Unfortunately, I have to borrow your Mom for one more scene today, but after that, she's all yours to take deal?'' he asks, and the girls agree.
''Bye, Mommy!'' they say as they wave at you after you've given Sage back to Tom after a few more kisses, and after one more peck on Tom's lips, you walk with Clark to film the scene.
Suddenly, the entire day is more than worth it, and the last scene is done perfectly in one take.
You're finally done with filming for a few months and planning to soak up every last second of it. Starting with a nice vacation to the U.K. with all five of you, you can all visit Tom's family for a few weeks.
After sleeping for most of the first few days - because jetlag is a real son-of-a-bitch - you're finally used to the time difference, and you can't help but want to stay in bed just a little longer this morning.
''Mornin' Beautiful,'' Tom says, his head perched on his hand as he leans his elbow on his pillow to get a good look at you. ''How did you sleep?''
''Like a log, honestly. But I'm feeling better now; I'm finally getting used to the time difference,'' you say with a small yawn, and just when you're about to pull Tom in for a few more cuddles, you hear Sage over the baby monitor.
''I'll get him; you can just stay here and get ready to feed him his breakfast,'' Tom says before leaving with a soft kiss on your lips, followed by a big smile. You place yourself against the headboard and remove your shirt so you can breastfeed a little easier.
After rearranging some pillows, you're finally comfortable, and that's when Tom walks in with Sage, who's still a little sleepy but also very hungry for breakfast.
At this point, you only breastfeed him in the mornings to give yourself a little relief, and it's also a good way of bonding with him while Tom gets the twins ready for breakfast and the rest of the day.
''Here you go, Beautiful. I'll see you when he's done,'' he says before handing little Sage to you and placing a few soft kisses on your head.
''I love you,'' you say, and he says it back before walking out the door and closing it behind him to give you two the privacy you need. When Sage is latched on and happily suckling away, you grab your phone to scroll through social media platforms, starting with Instagram.
Yesterday, you posted a photo of all five of you during the sunset at Tom's parent's house, and your Instagram has blown up over it, so you decided to look at the comments and maybe reply to some of them as well.
After reading and replying to many comments about how cute you all are, that you are couple goals, etc., you can tell Sage is done, and you're also feeling a lot better, so it's time to burp him and get both of you dressed and ready for the day.
After giving him a clean diaper, you dress him in grey coveralls and a beige shirt, and you get dressed in a grey lounge outfit before joining the rest for breakfast, which Tom has lovingly prepared for everyone.
''Good morning, everyone!'' you say with a slight yawn as you walk into the living room where everyone is still seated, and within no time, Sage is plucked from your arm and taken care of so you can cuddle with your little girls for a while.
''How did the two of you sleep?'' you ask Lily and Aster when they are sitting on either side of you, and they tell you all sorts of stories, from the joke Tom told them this morning as a part of their morning routine, to the way they helped him make breakfast and lots of other stories that come to their minds.
After that, it is time for breakfast, and you happily situate yourself on Tom's lap, his arm wrapped around your waist as he feeds you your breakfast, not caring about what anyone thinks. Right now is your Tom-time, and you plan on taking in every last second of it.
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Hello! 😊
1. What’s your favorite tickle tool?
4. Opinion on blindfolds/restraints? Why or why not?
5. A spot that gets you squealing?
6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?
7. Ever have tickle fantasies?
8. Why did you make your tickle blog?
12. Upper body tickles or lower body tickles?
17. Feathers or Paint Brushes?
18. How long have you known about your interests in the community?
hiii :)
1. answered!
4. love love love. increasing vulnerability increases the chances of a safeword lol
5. i’m gonna say my back because even though it’s not necessarily my worst spot, i do think it’s a spot that’s most likely to make me actually “squeal”
6. depends on the spot and how good the ler is obviously ;)
7. obviously. the one on my mind recently has been hogtying, blindfolding, and tickling a guy
8. funny story— i actually was going through a Loki/Tom Hiddleston phase and began looking for tickle fics which brought me to Tumblr. i discovered there was a whole community so i lurked around for a while until one day i finally decided i wanted to post myself
12. upper body!
17. honestly neither, but if i had to pick it would probably be feathers because i love watching lers slide them between a lees toes
18. for as long as i can remember!
thanks for the ask! 🥰
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I slipped my hands inside his coat and let them rest on his sides. His ribs were heaving. "The boys will go to sleep soon," I said quietly against the side of his face. "CJ is faking it but once Connor settles in he usually blinks out like a flipped switch."
Thomas let out a deep breath. It tickled my collarbone and all I could think about as it caressed my skin with its soft warmth was I want that all over me.
"I didn't do this to get into your good graces, Carly. I certainly didn't do it to get into your bed." He stepped back, very effectively putting enough space between us to slap a To Be Continued on the proceedings. "I'll call you tomorrow, alright?"
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Chapter 10 is up!
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"There are five hands on site through the off season and our cook is no longer with us. The agency hasn't sent a housekeeper yet so those are the two positions I have that are in need of filling." She stared at me without blinking. "Can you do either?"
I nodded. It was a lie, boldfaced through the anxious movement of my head in the affirmative, and I knew she knew it.
"I can do both."
I couldn't do either.
Her eyes narrowed, and the sharp clunk of the pen in her hand hitting the desk made me jump without thinking just how guilty that flinch made me look. It was an earned guilt. I could make a bowl of cereal and I could turn on a dishwasher. Cook and housekeeper were words I assigned to other people, not myself. But things had changed the moment I'd taken those keys off the table and gotten in that car and headed west to god only knew where without much to my name other than the shoes on my feet, and just about fifteen miles down the road I'd realized exactly how committed I was to this particular escape when I didn't stop the car and turn around. There was no going back. Cooks and housekeepers weren't other people anymore.
They were me now.
A cook and a housekeeper, wearing $600 shoes.
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Chapter one is up!
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Last night Big and I sat down to watch our nightly movie together - after three very exciting nights of Robert Rodriguez films he’d decided he wanted something a little more cerebral and less adrenaline charged - and after a long debate on the genre he finally chose Sherlock, the series. He’s never seen it before, although I watched it when he was a toddler and he remembered the theme music. I enthusiastically agreed because I love that show and he’s a really smart kid, I knew he’d have fun with the mystery solving and heavy deductive reasoning because his head runs in that direction anyway.
Ten minutes into it he was physically vibrating.
“He’s like me!!”
Fifteen minutes in he was bouncing on the couch clapping his hands.
“Sherlock is autistic!!”
Twenty minutes in -
“He’s asexual too!! Oh my god!!”
“He doesn’t understand other people’s emotions!!”
“He smarter than everyone else and they hate him for it oh my god mom it’s a real thing!!”
“He’s stupid about stuff he’s not interested in just like I am!!”
“HE HYPERFIXATES TOO!!!”
By the end he had a new hero and didn’t want to stop. So we moved on to episode two, and only stopped once that was over because it was getting too late to launch into another one. So guess what I’m doing every evening for a while? Thank god for cheap box sets on eBay because I only had seasons 1 and 2. And my kid is so genuinely happy and excited to find a show about someone just like him that he’s still gushing about it today.
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Genuine Giggles
Word count: 3100
Warnings: none, just fluff!
Another prompt complete! This one was from 🩰 anon requesting Tom and reader where Tom is reader’s costar and needs to help the reader produce a more genuine-sounding laugh. Lots of fluff here!
Something about voice-over acting was just infinitely more difficult than live action film acting.
With live action filming, you could immerse yourself in the scene. You could have dynamic conversations with your costars and feed off one another to make the scene seem more genuine. Sure, there was quite a bit of post-film magic that really put the whole scene together, like CGI and green-screen effect, music, etcetera, but it just felt more tangible. More realistic.
Admittedly, this was the first time you'd embarked on a voice-over acting project. Your manager had recommended you give it a shot, saying it would help you to 'expand your horizons as an actor' and 'make more of a name for yourself.' There was an animated film for a big-name animation company that was holding auditions for numerous roles, and you decided to just throw yourself out there and see what came of it.
You hadn't expected to get the lead female character.
The first couple of weeks on the job were devoted mostly to reviewing the animation and script, as well as getting to know the other voice actors. When you learned that Tom Hiddleston was your costar, playing the lead male role, you nearly choked on the sip of water you'd just taken. Luckily, he was as kind and genuine in person as he appeared on screen in interviews. The star-struck sensation faded as you got to know him on set. He was so very personable and friendly, you naturally fell into a light and playful friendship-type relationship with your costar. Although, you couldn't help but feel a bit smitten with him.
It was easy to chalk it up to your characters falling in love in the movie. Clearly that was the only reason.
When you finally began the actual voice over work in the booth, it took some time to get the hang of it. You were fairly certain you spent the entirety of the first day laughing through your lines, feeling somewhat ridiculous speaking your lines with a bright, aggressively optimistic lilt into a microphone while the directors watched you through the glass. Once you'd gotten the laughs out, you were able to buckle down and start getting serious about your lines the next day.
"Ready for another day of recording?" Tom asked brightly as he shrugged off his coat shortly after he’d arrived on set.
"I've got it this time. No more laughing - just voice acting," you responded confidently. You'd recited your lines over and over the afternoon before, figuring if you could get used to saying them to an empty room, you’d feel a little less awkward.
“I have faith in you! You’ll do great,” he assured kindly. Pushing open the door to the recording booth, he gestured for you to enter. “After you, darling.”
“Thanks!” You couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at the nickname, ducking past him quickly so he couldn’t catch your face flushing. Tom stepped in behind you, allowing the door to swing shut gently. The moment the door sealed against the doorway, a deafening silence filled the soundproof booth. You at least knew to expect it this time, having spent most of the day yesterday inside.
The film was more geared toward a young audience, although as with many animated movies, an adult could certainly find some entertainment in it if they found themselves watching it with their kids. Set in medieval times, your character was from a family who secretly practice magic. Tom's character was one of your best friends living in the same village, but he was none the wiser about your secret abilities. Your character had tried to keep her secret from him, not wanting him to dislike her, but when the village is threatened by a dragon, your character has no choice but to reveal her abilities to help protect her home.
Recording your first few scenes went much smoother today than it had when you'd first attempted it yesterday. The directors listened from outside the booth, calling in over the intercom to give suggestions to improve the dialogue by using different inflection or embedding your tone with a different emotion. Tom was incredibly easy to work with - having more experience with voice-over acting than you, he was able to provide tips and suggestions as you navigated through your lines together. His energy was infectious, and you found it simple to bring your own voice up to match his enthusiasm just by listening to him recite his dialogue.
After getting through the first few scenes together, you both took a break to drink some water and rest your voices. Tom turned to you, grinning with a sense of pride.
"You seem much more comfortable today than you did yesterday during our first few rehearsals," he observed.
"Well I got the nervous giggles out of my system at least," you responded humbly. "But now I feel like I'm being a little stiff in my dialogue."
"Nonsense! The directors would tell you so if you were."
"I suppose your right. It's just hard to match your energy! You're so animated when you speak."
Tom chuckled. "That's my way of getting into character. You're doing just fine without mirroring my crazy theatrics."
"But you look like you're having so much fun when you perform your 'crazy theatrics,'" you teased.
"Well perhaps you could have such fun as well if you allowed yourself to loosen up a bit more." Tom grasped your shoulders and shook you a bit to emphasize his point playfully. You chuckled a little, stumbling back a step to balance yourself.
"You guys ready to move on to the next scene?" the director's voice sounded from the intercom. You both turned to look at them through the glass, giving them a thumbs up.
Flipping to the next section in the script, you cringed. You had struggled with practicing this part last night by yourself. In this scene, your character and Tom's character are seated together at the dinner table chatting. Your mischievous sister slips a giggling potion in your drink to get back at you for a prank you'd pulled earlier in the movie. Luckily, Tom's character tells a joke just before you take a sip, so you have an excuse to laugh, but he gets confused when your reaction becomes a bit overenthusiastic. After all the nervous giggling you'd done yesterday, you'd think laughing on command would be a much simpler task. It was difficult not to make it sound forced.
"Alright - give us a laugh," the directors instructed. Glancing nervously at Tom, you took a breath and gave your best first attempt at a realistic-sounding giggle. Tom's expression contorted as though trying not to laugh himself at your failed attempt.
"Hey! Don't you laugh at me!" you whined, frowning at him.
"I-hi'm sorry! It's hard to do on the first try. Go on and try again," he suggested, putting his hand to his chin to cover his mouth with his fingers and hide his grin. You looked away from him to avoid seeing his amused expression, attempting another laugh and finding it even worse than the first. A small snicker slipped through Tom's fingers.
"Tom! You could try to help you know," you scolded. "Tell me a joke or something."
"A joke? I can't just tell jokes on command, who do you think I am?"
"Uh, an actor?" you deadpanned.
"Well... that's besides the point," he countered. "Alright, I'll try to come up with something... ok, ok, here's one. What does a pirate say when he turns 80?"
"No idea."
He shut one eye, grinning as he told his punch line in a heavy pirate voice. "Aye, matey!"
You stared at him for a moment, trying to process the punch line. "Oh-ho I see! I'm eighty, aye matey, they sound the same! Very funny, Tom!"
"You're not laughing," he noted.
"It wasn't funny enough."
Tom gave you a look of feigned indignance.
"Alright, why don't you just give it another try on your own?" the director called in overhead.
You sighed, turning to face your microphone again. After a couple deep breaths to loosen up again, you began to let out another very fake-sounding laugh. Suddenly, you felt two fingers scratching gently into your sides, causing your voice to pitch up in octave as a genuine giggle slipped out. Your face heated up as you whipped around to find your costar standing behind you with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Tom!!" you exclaimed, unable to come up with anything else to say in your flustered state.
"What? You need to laugh. You asked me to help. I thought I'd try tickling you. It obviously worked, didn't it?" His hand darted out and pinched your side, making you squeak and giggle again.
"B-but, that's not... I... you..." Unable to formulate a complete thought, you instead buried your face in your hands with a groan.
"Why are you acting so embarrassed, darling? It's completely normal to be ticklish," he assured, poking into your sides again to get you to lower your hands.
"Ahhaha Tohom! That doesn't make it less embarrassing!"
"Hey Tom, we're getting somewhere. Can you try tickling her again?" the director requested.
"What??" You glanced wide-eyed at the directors before returning your gaze to your costar, who was looking rather entertained by this whole ordeal. Still, being the kind man he was, he offered you an out.
"Darling, if you're truly uncomfortable, I won't tickle you. But you do have to admit, it worked."
Drawing your bottom lip up between your teeth, you remained silent for a moment as your mind raced. You weren't uncomfortable, of course not. Having your costar flirting with you and tickling you? No, not uncomfortable in the slightest. But it was incredibly flustering. Still, you had to finish this scene, and you clearly weren't getting anywhere by faking your laughter.
"Ohh... alright, fine. Give it a try."
Tom grinned, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. "Alright, turn around and face your microphone, then."
With a tiny, nervous giggle, you slowly turned around toward the microphone, glaring jokingly at the directors through the glass as they watched in amusement. Tom's hands met your sides, making you flinch and start releasing a quiet stream of anticipatory giggles before he'd even done anything. With a chuckle, he started gently kneading his fingers into the pliant skin of your sides, his fingers splayed wide to cover as much area as possible. You burst into louder giggles immediately, your hands shooting down to grasp his wrists as you squirmed.
"T-Tohom!!" you whined through your giggles.
"Darling, you can't interrupt the recording - we'll have to start over," he insisted with an impish lilt to his tone.
"Noho we wohon't!"
"Yes you will," the directors concurred. Tom's fingers stilled against your sides to allow you a minute's reprieve. "Make sure you don't say anything this time. We only need laughter, no words."
"Ugh! Fine!" You stood still, bracing yourself for the moment Tom started tickling you again. He paused a moment to build suspense before wriggling his fingers into your sides again, reaching around to scratch at your belly. The giggles exploded from your mouth in surprise, and you doubled over slightly in response to the increasingly ticklish sensation of his fingertips sweeping along the sides of your abdomen. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying any instinctive protests, trying not to ruin the take.
After a few moments, Tom paused again to allow you to breathe. You pushed his hands off your sides with a giggle, spinning around to give him a pleading look.
"Yohou're soho mean!" you whined.
"Mean?? I helped you, darling! Is this not what you asked for?"
Your retort was interrupted as the directors called your name into the booth, drawing your attention to them.
"That was better, but we need more vibrant laughter, not just giggles. As the giggle potion takes effect, it's supposed to be harder for your character to control."
Shooting them a sharp look, you groaned. "You guys just want to watch him torment me."
"That's only an added bonus."
Sighing heavily, you turned back to face the microphone. "Alright... I'll try again."
"We're going to have to find a more ticklish spot if we're going to get you to laugh harder," Tom suggested teasingly, placing his hands on your sides and sliding them up to your lower ribs.
"Nohoho!!" you whimpered, instinctively closing your hands around his wrists and pushing to prevent him from moving any higher. He laughed behind you, pausing to lean over your shoulder and get a better look at your face.
"It will go much faster if you'd stop pushing me." You reluctantly released his wrists, pressing your biceps to your ribs instead. He dug his fingers into the spaces between your lower ribs, starting slowly and picking up speed as you reacted to his ticklish touch with steadily increasing laughter.
"NAHAHA TOHOM!!"
"We're going to be doing this all day if you keep interrupting the recording with your complaining," he warned, stopping to create a break between the ruined take and the next attempt.
"Ughhh I knohow, I know!! Hold on, give me a minute," you insisted, pacing around a bit to try to will the heat out of your cheeks. Tom laughed at your nervous energy. "Dohon't laugh!!"
"I'm sorry!! I can't help it! You're just so adorably flustered by this!"
"Shh!!" you hushed, pressing a finger to your lips for emphasis. Returning to your microphone, you took a deep breath in and out. "Ok. I'm ready."
"Are you really?"
"YES! Just... get on with it!" you pleaded.
"Are you going to allow me to find a more ticklish spot?"
"I cahan't! It's instinctive self-preservation!"
He gazed at you thoughtfully for a moment. "Alright, I have an idea."
"What - HEHEY!" You shrieked in surprise when Tom suddenly wrapped his arms around you, grabbing your wrists and passing them to one of his larger hands. "N-noho, thahat's not fair!"
"I'm just helping you fight your self-preservation instinct!" You squirmed with a pout. “If you’d rather I let go of you, I will.”
Did you? This was incredibly flustering, but sort of in a good way. You certainly couldn’t think of another excuse for him to have his arms around you like this.
“Just… go easy on me?” you squeaked.
“I’ll do my best,” he laughed endearingly. “But we do have to get those laughs out of you.”
The directors gave you a thumbs up, and Tom began kneading into the middle of your ribcage on one side with his free hand. A shriek quickly dissolved into bright laughter, and you instinctively began tugging at your wrists to try to block your side. Tom’s grip was surprisingly strong, or you were already weak from laughter, or perhaps both. Whatever it was, he managed to hold your arms far enough from your side to worm his fingers up under your arm.
“EEYAHAH NOHOT THEHERE!!” you screeched. Tom stopped tickling you, not yet releasing your wrists.
“Yohou are quite ticklish,” he chuckled fondly, earning a flustered whine. Glancing at the directors, he called, “How are we doing? Have what you need?”
“Almost. She needs to start with lighter giggles, then slowly start to laugh harder as the giggle potion takes effect.”
“You guys are the WORST!” you groaned jestingly.
“We have faith in you! We’ll take a break after this to let you recover.” You definitely heard a hint of suppressed laughter in their tone.
“Alright, I won’t tickle you under your arms this time, since you’re so ticklish there you clearly can’t stop yourself from shouting at me,” Tom teased. “I think we can get it this take!”
“I hope so, I’m getting tired,” you griped playfully. Tom placed his free hand on your side above your hip.
“Ready?”
You braced yourself, nodding in response. The giggles began immediately when he wriggled his fingers into your side, purposely gentle to keep you from bursting into hysterics right away. As his fingers crawled slowly up your side to your ribs, you leaned instinctively away from his touch as your laughter grew more bubbly and loud. Don’t say anything, don’t say anything… you willed as he dug into the center of your ribcage. The protests were there on the tip of your tongue, but you held them as he began to draw desperate laughter from you as his fingers crawled up a couple more ribs.
“Perfect! We got what we need, take fifteen alright?” the directors called. Instead of releasing you as you anticipated, Tom suddenly slotted his fingers up under your arm and dug into your highest ribs.
“AHHAHA TOHOM YOHOU JEHEHERKFACE!!” you cried, twisting harder in his hold to try to break free.
“I-hi’m sorry! I have to see what all the fuss was about,” he insisted teasingly, suddenly releasing your wrists in favor of swiftly shoving his hand under your other arm before you could clamp it down to your side.
“THIHIS… HAHA THIS ISN’T A-HA BREHEHEAK!!”
“You’ll have plenty of time to recover, I promise you!”
You sank to the floor as your knees gave way, and Tom followed you down to continue tickling you under your arms for another moment before finally allowing his fingers to go still. You were no longer in hysterics at least, but the mere sensation of his fingertips still pressed against your uppermost ribs kept you giggling and squirming, much to his amusement.
“I-hi’m not even tickling you!”
“Gehehehet your hahands ohout!! It stihill tickles!!”
Tom obliged, removing his hands from under your arms at last. A giggly sigh of relief left your lips as you knelt there on the floor for a moment, trying to recollect yourself and regain your composure.
“I hope for your sake there’s no more laughing scenes that you have trouble with,” he teased, squeezing your shoulders fondly. “Although, I will remind you that you gave me permission to tickle you.”
“I… didn’t hate it,” you mumbled, your face burning with flustered embarrassment.
“Noted.” You turned your head to look at him, and he shot you a wink, which only served to intensify the heat in your cheeks. “Come on. Do you want coffee? I owe you a coffee.”
“I wouldn’t mind a coffee,” you agreed, allowing him to take your hand and help you to your feet. Before leaving the booth, you grabbed your script to review it while you sipped your coffee. Curiously, you flipped through the next few scenes, your eyes landing on one where Tom’s character ends up pranked with the same giggle potions yours was.
Oh, you’d definitely be getting revenge.
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Super Bowl Rasberries
Marvel cast x female teen!reader
Synopsis: The entire Marvel cast is at RDJ’s house to watch the Super Bowl. However, when Y/N gets bored and starts bugging too many people, nothing but tickles will shut her up.
Warnings: none, pure fluff, tword-ing
(Tom H is Tom Hiddleston, and Tom Holland is just Tom)
Characters: everyone I guess? Mostly these 4 👇
Y/N was bored. The game had been on for a whole hour, and was nowhere near done.
Robert had invited the whole cast over to watch the Super Bowl at his house, and, despite hating football, Y/N agreed to go. She loved hanging out with her fellow Marvel cast-mates, so she hadn’t really cared about the reason.
Until she realized that everyone else was interested in watching the game, which meant no one was paying any attention to her.
It was incredibly boring. So she decided to make it a little more interesting.
“Psst, Tom,” she whispered to Tom Hiddleston, poking his side. He flinched and frowned at her.
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m booooored!”
Tom H rolled his eyes and chuckled.
“Just watch the game.”
“That’s why I’m bored!”
“What’s with all the talking you two?” Chris interjected.
“Y/N’s bored,” Tom H chuckled.
“Not surprised,” Tom piped up. “She never could sit still.”
Y/N couldn’t tell whether to be offended or not, so she just pouted and starting poking Tom H’s side again.
“Stop that!” Tom H laughed.
“What’s with all the ruckus?” Robert frowned.
“Y/N’s being a little troublemaker,” Chris smirked.
“I think I know what that means,” Scarlet called out from the other side of the room.
“I believe you’re reading my mind Scarlet,” Tom H grinned.
Y/N was beginning to feel nervous. Half the room was staring at her, most of them grinning. She had a feeling she was in for it.
“What are you guys talking about?” Y/N giggled nervously. As if she didn’t already know.
“Oh please N/N, don’t play dumb. You wanted some attention, you’ve got it,” Chris grinned, grabbing both her wrists and holding them above her head, “hey Tom, you wanna help me out?”
Neither Tom was quite sure who he was talking to, so with one glance, they decided they’d both go in for the kill.
“NOHOO STAHAP!” Y/N squealed as Tom H went for her ribs and Tom started squeezing her knees.
“Stop? But this is what you wanted darling,” Tom H laughed.
“Nohoho!” It didn’t matter how much Y/N wiggled and squirmed, Chris’ iron grip wasn’t getting any looser.
“Oh c’mon N/N, don’t pretend you don’t like it,” Robert spoke up, getting off his place on the couch to join in the fun.
“STAHAP I CAHAHAN’T,” she squealed, the feeling of six hands tickling her at once overloading her senses. It tickled. So. Much.
“I believe it’s your turn, Chris,” Tom H interjected, switching places with Chris Evans. Y/N got a little relief from the tickles on her ribs, but it only lasted a second before Chris dug his fingers in between each of her ribs, causing her laughter to just about double in volume and high pitch.
“Aww, little N/N is just so ticklish!” Chris gushed.
“Stahap!” She whined, trying to hide her blushing face against her arm, which only causes Tom, Chris, and Robert to go ‘awwww!’
After a few more seconds, Y/N’s laughter went silent and the guys decided she’s had enough.
All except for Chris, who ended her torture with an enormous raspberry to her tummy, eliciting a loud squeal from her.
They all went back to the couch, Tom H pulling Y/N into a hug and holding her with him in his seat.
“You guys are so mean,” she mumbled through a yawn as she sleepily rested against Tom H.
“Aw cmon N/N, we both know you love that,” he argued, and a blush brightened her cheeks yet again.
“Stohop it,” she giggled.
Tom H chuckled, then quieted and turned his attention back to the game.
Until…
“I still hate football.”
“Y/N!”
#marvel#tom hiddleston#tom holland#chris evans#rdj#robert downey junior#marvel cast#marvel cast x teen!reader#marvel cast x reader#tword#t word#twordish#ticklebr#tickle#tickle fic#tword fic#marvel tickle#marvel tword#marvel cast tword#tom hiddleston x reader#Tom Hiddleston x teen!reader#rdj x reader#chris evans x female reader#tom holland x reader
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A/n: this is my delayed Christmas gift to you all, I hope you enjoy and a happy new year 🎊 🫶.
New years shenanigans
"Y/N get out of bed, the fireworks are about to start!" Robert yelled from downstairs and you groan before pulling a pillow over your head to silence the shouting.
You and the marvel cast were invited by RDJ to spend the night at his mansion to celebrate the New Year and watch the fireworks since his mansion looked over the city.
But you being you, got tired and decided to take a nap (over sleeping and not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed) and now it was almost midnight when the fireworks would start.
"I swear to god come down now or me, Hiddleston and Evans will come and drag you down!"
"But this bed is so warm" you whined softly as you snuggled further under the blankets.
"Alright that's it" Robert yelled and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming upstairs, you squealed and quickly pulled the blankets over your head to hide before the door was opened.
You heard them coming closer before Tom Hiddleston ripped your blanket off and tackled you onto the bed as you tried to run away.
"Now that's not very polite Little Dove" Tom mused as Chris Evans pulled your arms over your head and Robert took your feet in a chokehold to keep them still.
"SorRYHAHHAHAHA" i burst out laughing as Tom suddenly digged into my ribs.
"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, did you hear her Evans"? Robert said with a grin as he traced your soles.
"Nope I didn't understand a thing" Chris grinned and tickled your neck softly.
"GHAHAHHHA YOU JERK'SHAHHAHAHAH"!
They all faux gasped and you knew you were done for, all of them went full in on your death spots.
It. Was. Torture.
Your scream of laughter went through the mansion as you trashed around, your face red from all the laughing.
"Are you going to come out of bed now?" Tom asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.
"YESHAHHAHAHA"!
"You promise?"
"I PROMISEHIHIHIHIHIHI"!
They let you go and you immediately curled up into a ball "i hate you guys" you mutter with some soft giggles as the ghost tickles slowly went away.
"You love us, now come on or we are gonna be late for the fireworks" Chris smiled and pulled you to your feet.
You all rushed downstairs to the rest of the cast who stood outside, counting down the last seconds of 2023.
"They got you too huh"? Scarlet asked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.
"Yeah" you said with a soft chuckle.
"Those three are a serious pain sometimes" Sebastian said as he stood next to you.
"Oh you love us" Chris grinned as he punched Sebastian shoulder and quickly stood next to Hemsworth for protection as Seb looked at him daringly.
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR"!!
You all hugged each other as the sky littered with fireworks, illuminating the night's sky.
And as you stood there, in the arms of people who truly loved you, you couldn't believe how lucky you are.
The marvel cast is a family and you were honored to be part of it.
#tickle fic#marvel tickle#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ticklish ribs#tickle punishment#ler!tom#tom hiddleston#chris evans#robert downey jr#RDJ#chris hemsworth#sebastian stan#scarlett johansson#new year#happy new year#marvel cast tickle
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Not Just A Movie:
Here’s the fic that was the result of my writing spree! I didn’t think I would be getting this out until next week, but surprise! I took this prompt from @bubblys-world, and I hope I did it justice!
Word count: 2,991
(Only warning is a lot of fluff ☺️)
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“Becca, you seriously got tickets?”
“Yes! I was the first one to buy, so I got a completely open choice of seats. We’ve got the best ones in the theater!”
A movie theater near you was doing a special showing of the first Avengers movie, and being the fan you are, you sent the link about it to your roommate, barely containing your initial excitement. Even though it was released years ago and it seemed strange that they were doing one showing, it was one of your favorite movies, so you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. However, you knew that your job always had you working, and you wouldn’t have a spare moment to buy the tickets, making it a lost cause to you.
When you got home from work that day, you found her on the couch with a huge smile and something open on the screen of her computer. “What’s your smile for, you normally aren’t this smiley unless you found a sale on your fancy perfumes?”
“Just read this email. Out loud,” She responded, turning her computer screen to face you while you sat next to her on your shared sofa.
“Thank you for your purchase, do not respond to this email, what’s this about? Did you seriously get more perfume?”
“No, there weren’t any sales, and I have enough already. Just keep reading.”
“Items purchased, two adult tickets for April 16th to the 8:00 A.M. showing of-”
“Surprise!!”
“You didn’t!” You exclaimed, a smile even bigger than Becca’s on your face as you wrapped her in a hug. “Oh my god, this is so amazing, thank you so much Becca!”
“Of course! I knew you wanted to see it, so I bought tickets since I knew you wouldn’t be able to.”
“You’re the best!”
“And don’t you forget it,” She replied with a laugh as she poked your sides, making you giggle.
Once the day finally arrived, you couldn’t contain your excitement. Practically bouncing up and down in your seat on the way to the theater, Becca looked at you and couldn’t contain her laughter. “I could give you a tranquilizer right now and you’d still be sitting there bouncing.”
“Sorry, I’m just really excited, this means so much to me and I’m so glad I’m able to share it with my roomie and best friend,” You replied, getting out of the car.
“Hey, it was my pleasure.” Giving the tickets to the ticket attendant, who looked unprepared for taking tickets at 7:30 in the morning, you found the theater you were going to be in. You were shocked at how full the theater was, but you giddily found the two seats in the middle of the theater that Becca reserved for you both.
As the clock neared 8:00, you began to settle your excitement, much to your own surprise. Right when the clock struck 8, the lights in the theater began to dim, and you and Becca somehow made yourselves comfortable in the old theater chairs. The projector whirred on and the movie began to play, and what seemed like minutes after the film started, the screen went black, and the entire theater was dark.
“Becca, is this some sort of joke?”
“No, I don’t know what’s happening. They never said anything about a blackout on the website,” Becca responded. While the theater sat in confusion, the door opened and a group of people walked onto the platform below the screen.
“Is this supposed to happen?”
“I don’t know Y/N.”
The lights slowly turned up in brightness while a spotlight was projected to the platform, and both your and Becca’s faces lit up, transforming from expressions of confusion into those of pure shock and excitement.
“Hey everyone! How’s it going this fine morning?” RDJ yelled from the platform, causing the entire theater, including you and Becca, to start clapping and cheering. Being given a microphone, Evans started laughing at Downey, who still felt the need to shout.
“We’re here today because we wanted to give some lucky fans the opportunity to spend time with us, except we aren’t our superhero selves, so you’ll have to settle for us as humans, not supersoldiers and demigods,” Evans explained, causing the group to laugh and continue clapping.
“However, there is one special guest in this theater who will get to spend one-on-one time with just one of us, who we will be drawing a seat number for momentarily,” Hiddleston continued, picking up right where Evans dropped off. You turned to Becca in excitement, knowing that she didn’t plan for any of this to happen. Both of you simply thought that this was just a special showing of a movie, just like any other theater would do.
“Lizzie, you get the honor of picking the lucky section, Holland gets to pick the row, and Hemsworth gets to pick the seat,” Scarlett said as she brought three jars full of little papers.
“Starting with the section, this lucky fan is sitting in section number 2!” Lizzie exclaimed, pulling the piece of paper out of the jar. Looking at the ticket stubs, you and Becca lit up when you realized you were in section 2, while the rest of the people in the other sections mumbled their complaints.
“Now to the row number, those in row number 25, where are you?” Holland asked, holding up the paper. You and Becca raised your hands, looking at each other with excitement.
“What if we get picked?” You asked her.
“They’re only picking one.”
“And for the lucky fan, the seat number is,” Hemsworth started, pausing to add suspense as he shook the numbers in the jar. “Seat number 16!”
Getting up and looking at your seat number, you just so happened to be sitting in that seat. Looking at Becca, you felt upset that it wasn’t her. “You bought the tickets, you should be the one to go.”
“Y/N, I bought them for you. Besides, you’re the superfan between the two of us, you should go,” Becca responded, getting you up out of your chair and pushing you towards the steps, cheering for you as you walked towards the platform. This was like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from, you even pinched yourself once or twice to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
“There she is, section 2, row 25, seat 16?” Ruffalo asked as you showed him your ticket stub. “Well, we have a winner! What’s your name?”
“Y-Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” You stuttered out, nervous - but excited - beyond your own belief.
“Well, now’s the toughest part, Y/N. Pick a cast member that you want to spend the day with,” Lizzie gently said, making you feel a little bit more comfortable on the stage where you were just inches away from your favorite group of celebrities.
“No offense to any of you all, because you are the greatest actors and actresses that I have ever seen on a film, but since you’re forcing me to pick, I’ve gotta go with Hiddleston. Loki has been a favorite of mine, the character development just speaks differently to me. But I love you all, you’re so great,” You sheepishly answered, your cheeks red as a tomato.
“Pick the trickster then, I see how it is,” RDJ jokingly said to you, causing everyone to laugh while Tom walked in your direction. “Alright, so now we’ll pick groups of the rest of you to go with a specific actor.”
As Downey continued talking, you began to tune out while Tom walked in your direction, making you freeze in your place on the side of the platform in disbelief. “H-hi.”
“Well, I guess we’ve been somewhat introduced,” Tom joked, sticking a hand out, in which you gave a weak grip and handshake. “I hope you know of interesting things to do around here, I’ve never been in this area.”
“Really?” You asked, not believing that he had never been in the little town you called home. “Lucky for you, I do have a bit of experience in this arena.”
“Ah, that was a wonderful ten minutes of being on camera,” Tom replied with a laugh, catching your reference to Infinity War.
“And it was a very upsetting ten minutes to many people.”
“That’s what I’ve been told. So Y/N, where to first? Since you’re Miss Expert?”
“Um, there’s a little cafe a few blocks away, they’ve got great pastries. Maybe we could start there?”
“That sounds perfect,” He replied, following you out the door while the crowd began to dissipate, various guests trying to make their way towards the celebrities. “So, are the people in this area normally like that?”
“I don’t think so, I mean, our area has its share of people that act a little different, but everyone has their quirks,” You answered as you walked down the sidewalk. “Even people like you and the superhero team in there, who the media deems to be perfect in every way possible.”
“And I’m sure you have your quirks too Y/N,” He replied as he jokingly poked your side, not expecting you to flinch and giggle the way you did. “Ticklish, are we now?”
“Just sensitive.”
“I’m sure that’s what it is.” As you both laughed at his comment, you couldn’t get your small blush to fade. Never in your life would you have thought that you would be spending a day out and about with Tom Hiddleston, but him finding out you were ticklish? There was the small chance you even pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, but everything was still real.
“Are you alright Y/N?” Tom gently asked as you opened the door to the cafe. “I know that I don’t know you all too well, but you look anxious.”
“I’m alright, I’m just in shock still, I think. I never would have thought that I’d be spending a day with someone I’ve only seen on a screen for the past ten years or so, it’s a very shocking feat, if I do say so myself,” You said with a laugh, choosing your seat at a small booth, Tom sliding in to sit next to you.
“I completely understand. Well, not completely in your sense, since I’m not in your shoes, but I hope you know that you have no reason to be nervous. I’m no serial killer, I can promise that,” He mentioned, giving your side a small flutter with his fingers while you finished the pastry you bought. “Still just sensitive, eh?”
“Yeah, definitely just sensitive.”
“Let’s test that, see if it’s truly just sensitivity.” While Tom smirked at you and began to wiggle his fingers more, the sudden realization hit you, telling you that you were trapped between Tom’s form and the wall.
“Tohom noho,” You quietly giggled as he moved his hands to your stomach, trying to not disturb anyone else who was sitting in the cafe.
“But I thought you were just sensitive?”
“I ahaham hEHEY!” His nimble fingers moved up, dancing around your ribs, making sure to vibrate his fingers in each and every space on your rib cage.
“Hay is for horses, darling. And this is a cafe, I don’t believe they serve that here anyway.”
“Nohoho plehehease!!”
“Alright, I won’t embarrass you here, don’t worry,” Tom gently said as he removed his hands from your body, small giggles still falling from your lips.
“The mischievousness from your on-screen characters is showing.”
“And I hope there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply that there was. I’m just saying they’ve had an influence on you,” You replied with a laugh, receiving a small laugh from Tom.
“I suppose they have. But you never did tell me to stop, I hope you realize that.”
All you could do was sit with a cherry red face while Tom ate his pastry, acting as though nothing happened. “This is wonderful, I understand why you enjoy this place. Very quaint as well, anytime we’re on set somewhere somebody just brings random coffees and food from who knows where.
“At least you get a variety.”
“That is true, however it isn’t ideal,” Tom said as he stood up, you standing shortly after. “Is there anything else that you find interesting around here?
“Well, I do know of a small amusement park that shouldn’t be too busy at this time of year, maybe we could give it a go. It’s about a half hour walk, but if you want me to find a bus, I can-”
“Lead the way, I certainly don’t mind walking.”
Walking down the sidewalk, you led Tom through the little ins and outs of the town before you finally reached the small amusement park. Even though it was nothing as grand as other areas, it was perfect in your mind.
“Hopefully this isn’t anything too small, I know I always enjoy it here,” You said as you walked to the ticket booth, pulling out your wallet as Tom stopped you.
“You got us food and drinks earlier, I can get this.”
“Tom, you don’t have to, it was-”
“I insist,” He said as he handed the man behind the glass enough for two unlimited ride bands.
“You really didn’t have to do that Tom, I could’ve gotten it.”
“But I wanted to, it’s the least I could do, since you’ve been so kind about showing me everything you love about this place.”
“Fine, but I’m making you go on the Ferris Wheel with me.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Standing in line for the Ferris Wheel, you noticed the lack of people in front of you. “Looks like we’ll get to get on first.”
“And now the people show up in the line.” Turning your head behind you to see what Tom was talking about, you noticed the increased amount of people behind you.
“At least we got in line early.”
As you got into the little cart, both you and Tom noticed it was a smaller space than either of you had expected. Your arms were squashed together, making it uncomfortable where you were. Tom moved his arm around you, resting it on the other side of you.
“If you want me to move my arm back, just tell me and I will, I just think that this will be a little bit more comfortable than our previous seating arrangement.”
“This is fine, I’d rather not be squashed,” You mentioned with a laugh.
“Agreed. And now I can do this the whole time.” Starting to squeeze your side, you began to regret your decision.
“Tohohom youhure soho mehehEAN!!” Moving up to your underarms, he found a spot that, unbeknownst to you, made you weaken immediately.
“Hopefully not too mean, considering I’m here with you in this Ferris Wheel per your request.”
“Fihihine just nohoho mohohore!”
“Is the view always this nice from up here?” Tom asked, stopping his devious assault on your underarms.
“It’s normally pretty nice, but this is a different kind of nice, I think. It’s a lot more enjoyable, all of the sudden.”
“You would know, you’re the one that’s been here before,” Tom said, moving his arm up to wrap around your shoulder, while you slowly moved your head to rest on his shoulder.
“It’s much better.”
Getting off of the Ferris Wheel once your cart stopped at the bottom, you began thinking about what had just happened. ‘Does he do that with everybody? Is this just a special coincidence?’
“This has been quite a fun day, I had a lot of fun with you Y/N,” Tom said as you both walked out of the amusement park. Having spent a good four hours riding the rides and playing games, you figured it was best to head out before the night crowds moved in. Plus, it would be a solid half hour walk to get back to your apartment complex.
“Agreed, this was probably the best day I’ve had in a really long time, thank you for willing to spend the day with me.”
“Of course, you’re a very down to earth person and certainly nothing like the crazily obsessed fans that I’ve seen,” He said, making you both laugh.
“Yeah, I’d like to think that I’m not one of those.”
As you reached your apartment complex, Tom decided to walk you up, just so that you weren’t alone.
“Thanks again, I truly enjoyed the day today,” You sheepishly told him as you stopped at your door, turning around to look at him.
“Before I go, just do one thing?” Pulling out his phone, he pulled up his contacts and put a new one in, filling out your name and handing you his phone.
“Sure.” You put your number into the little space, handing Tom his phone back with a smile. “Any distinct reason you want my number?”
“So I can keep talking to a friend. That is, if you even want to be friends.”
“I’d love that. I guess this is goodbye, it was great to meet you.”
“Likewise. If you ever need a Ferris Wheel buddy, give me a call.”
“Of course,” You replied with a laugh. “Thanks for everything.”
“It was my pleasure.”
As you opened the door, you stopped and turned back around, wrapping him in a hug, which he gladly returned. After letting go, you truly went inside, giving him a small wave before you closed the door and found Becca mindlessly watching the tv. Not even ten minutes later, you heard your phone’s notification alert, which showed a text from an unknown number.
Y/N, I had the most wonderful time with you today. I hope we can become closer as time moves on. And maybe your sensitivity will have gone away the next time we meet up. -Tom xx
“Becca, you’re the best human ever!!”
#tom hiddleston#Tom Hiddleston x reader fluff#Tom Hiddleston x reader tickle#lee!reader#tickle fic#tickle fluff
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I Was Acting!
A/N: Okay so this was kinda rushed because stuff kept happening but I still hope it's good!
Word count: 1846
Summary: Tom Hiddleston discovers the reader is ticklish.
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“Great acting today guys. Let’s all get home and rest before another fantastic day tomorrow!” said the director.
You, amongst everyone else, packed up your stuff and headed back to the hotel you were staying at during filming.
You were working on a new movie, about a single father and his teenage daughter conquering real life problems as a team of two. It was a really sweet film and so far you’d had a great couple of weeks on set with the cast and crew. Tom Hiddleston was playing your father and you still couldn’t get over the excitement whenever you saw him walking around the set. You almost fainted when you met him for the first time at the read through.
You decided to get an early night and rest well before another long, but exciting, day of filming tomorrow.
The morning finally arrived and you completed your morning routine before heading off to the set. Tom was already there when you arrived, unsurprisingly.
“Good morning darling, sleep well?” He asked.
“I did indeed. You?”
“Very much so. Would you like a tea?”
“Yeah sure! Only if you’re making it though,” you winked at him. He walked into the kitchen and appeared a few minutes later with a lovely hot cup of tea to give to you.
“There’s my favourite stars! How are we feeling today?” said the director, approaching you both.
“Ready to roll!” replied Tom, you nodded.
“Awesome! Now, one of the scenes we’re filming today, as you know, is the one of just you two at home where Martin - uh, yourself, Tom - is comforting Harriet - of course, you, Y/N - after she breaks down about being bullied at school. You’re both aware of this scene happening today I assume?”
You both nodded and murmured agreement.
“Okay good. Well, it’s the first scene we’re going to film today but I’ve been speaking with the producer and we both agreed that we could add something to the scene to really show the special connection between their father/daughter relationship,” he said.
“Go on..” Tom replied.
“Would you two be comfortable with filming a little tickle scene?”
You blushed.
“See, our thought process was that after Harriet confides in Martin about her bullying, he could cheer her up by tickling her a bit - really showing the bond between them. We’ve added a couple of lines to the script which are here. Don’t worry if you forget or improvise, we have plenty of shooting time today. Would you be okay with that?”
“Absolutely fine with me! Y/N?” Tom replied.
“Hm? Oh yeah, um, yeah that’s fine,” you said, trying to act cool.
“Perfect!” The director said, handing you both a piece of paper with the new lines on. He gave you both a smile and walked off.
“Well then, better get practising,” Tom said.
“It’s only one new line each, hardly needs to be practised,” you laughed.
“I wasn’t talking about the script,” Tom said. He turned to you and winked before walking off. Your heart jumped.
The time had come for you and Tom to film that scene. You both got into position as the lights and cameras were adjusted appropriately.
“And, action!” The director called.
“I was thinking of just making an omelette for dinner. Nothing special but might be nice,” said Tom.
“Mhm,” you murmured.
“Did you just want ham and cheese? Or something more adventurous?” he asked.
“Mhm,” you repeated.
“And what was that an answer to?” he asked.
“What?” you said, looking up from your prop phone.
“I asked if you just wanted a ham and cheese omelette or something more,” Tom said.
“Oh, yeah, that’ll be fine,” you replied, looking back at your prop phone.
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem yourself tonight,” Tom said.
“I’m fine,” you replied, not looking up.
“No you’re not. What’s wrong?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.
“It’s just...just some girls at school. They’re not exactly the nicest,” you sighed, hanging your head.
“Is it the same girls as last term?” he asked. You nodded.
“Oh Harriet, why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I thought I could handle it,” you replied. He sighed and put an arm around you.
“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna contact the rest of the PTA tonight and see the headteacher tomorrow. These girls are on file from the last time they bullied you so it won’t take much to make sure they’re punished. I’m sure the other parents on the PTA will have something against them too. Does that sound good?” he said. You nodded again.
“Good. But right now I gotta make sure my little girl is happy,”
“I’m not little anymore, Dad,” you replied.
“You are to me. Now come on, where’s that smile?” he asked. You continued to hang your head. He moved his hand down and gave your side a squeeze. You yelped, not expecting him to tickle you at that moment. He looked at you, a mischievous look in his eye. He squeezed your side again, making you yelp louder and twist away from him.
“Nohoho!” You giggled.
“My little girl is still just as ticklish,” he teased. You fell backwards into the sofa when he started clawing at your tummy.
“AHAHAHA NO!” You cried. He laughed with you, clearly surprised at your reaction.
“I’m just cheering you up!” He said, squeezing your sides again. You latched your hands onto his wrists to try and pull him off you.
“NO PLEHEHEASE!” You yelled, trying so hard not to scream “Tom” and ruin the scene.
“And cut!” the director shouted. Tom instantly stopped and helped you sit up on the sofa.
“That was the perfect take guys! Alright, break for 30 then back for the next scene. Nice job Y/N and Tom,” the director said, applauding you both. The rest of the crew disbanded to go on break. You and Tom were still sat on the set sofa. He looked at you.
“So…” he said, smiling.
“So?” you asked.
“So, how long were you gonna hide this from me?” He asked.
“Hide what?...” you replied.
“You know what,” he said, grinning at you. He poked your side and you yelped.
“Tom...no…” you said, panicked.
“You’re really ticklish Y/N, I can’t just ignore that,” he said. The smirk on his face gave you butterflies.
“No I’m not, I was just acting,” you said, faking confidence. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t believe you. He slid across the sofa towards you and the sudden movement made you panic. You leapt up from the sofa and fled.
“Oh no you don’t!” He yelled, running after you. You looked back and screamed when you saw him chasing you.
You ran round the corner and headed towards the back of the set. You turned another corner and found yourself at a dead end. You slowly turned around and found Tom standing behind you, an evil grin on his face.
“No...Tom...please…” you begged, holding your hands up in front of you.
“Well, well, well. Look what you got yourself into. A very ticklish girl, trapped. No escape,” he teased, wiggling his fingers by his sides. You took a deep breath and let the adrenaline take over. You ran towards him and tried to dodge him, thinking you could get past and escape. He was too quick for you and grabbed you by the waist, spinning you round in the air before lying you on the floor. He knelt down and straddled your waist.
“TOM WAIT!” You screamed. He let out an evil laugh before squeezing your sides again.
“Acting eh?” He teased, smiling at you as you shrieked beneath him.
“I AHAHAM AHAHACTING!” You shrieked. He moved his hands up and scratched at your ribs.
“Who-oh-oa!” He said, giggling at your reaction when he started tickling your ribs. “Bad spot?” He asked.
“NOHOHOHO!” You screamed. You grabbed his biceps as he continued to scratch and squeeze your ribs. He finally stopped and grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head.
“Ah ah ah,” he mocked telling you off. “Now then, where else are you ticklish?” He asked.
“N-nowhere…” you blatantly lied. He looked at you, eyebrow raised.
“Tell me or I’ll have to find out for myself,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice.
You stayed silent.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he gave you a sly wink and let go of your arms to shove his hands in your armpits. You slammed your arms down to your sides and shrieked louder than ever.
“My, my. Is this a bad spot?” He asked.
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!”
“No? Are you sure? It seems pretty ticklish to me,” he said with a puzzled look on his face. He picked up the pace of his wiggling fingers and you threw your head back in ticklish agony.
“Does this tickle?” He asked.
“NOHOHO!”
“Hm,” Tom bent down and nuzzled his beard into your neck. You twisted your head to the side but he had already buried his face into the crook of your neck. Without warning, he blew a big raspberry whilst still tickling under your arms. You screamed.
“FUHUHU-AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Did that tickle?”
“NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Damn. Okay,” he said. He shuffled himself down a little bit, his hands leaving your armpits to scribble over your ribs again. He thought for a moment before lifting up your top with his nose.
“TOHOHOHOHOM DOHOHON’T YOHOHOU DAHAHARE!” You shrieked, knowing full well what he was planning.
He grinned at you and winked before lowering his head. Your screams turned desperate after he blew raspberry after raspberry up and down your tummy. The worst one was when he blew a raspberry just under your belly button and nuzzled his beard into your tummy. It was torture.
He kept blowing raspberries on your sensitive tummy, his beard tickling you as he did so. His hands switched between tickling your ribs and your sides. You finally gave in and fell into a silent laughter, weak from the tickles. He lifted his head after one more nuzzled raspberry and ceased his attack.
“Still acting?” He asked, chuckling.
“Shut….up... “ you panted.
“Answer the question,” he said, dragging one set of nails down your tummy.
“Ohohokay, I was acting!” You giggled, swiping at his hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were this ticklish?” He asked.
“Because I knew you’d do that,” you replied.
“You say that, yet not once did you actually ask me to stop,” he said. You went silent.
“Did you want me to stop?” He asked. You blushed. You brought your hands up to hide your face and he awed at you.
“Hm, 15 minutes till we’re due back. I think round two,” he declared. He quickly grabbed your arms, before you could protest, and pinned them to your chest before bending down and blowing more raspberries on your sensitive tummy.
You were both laughing so much that you lost track of time and were 10 minutes late back to set. But you made sure to get Tom back after filming...
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A Little Stuck
Lately I’ve been into fics about working behind the scenes of movies and shows. It’s almost like writing about the actors and also about what might be happening to create a movie (wow that didn’t make any sense). Anyways I like to imagine that the Avengers cast are all pretty close and it might be cute to write about it. Hey maybe these BTS style fics can be a series?
After a long day of filming, you struggle with taking off your costume for the Avengers so Tom Hiddleston gives you a hand.
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“That’s a wrap for today, great job everyone! See you all in the morning,” the director yelled out in the large green screen room, the crew immediately started to break down the equipment and you pulled off your heavy headgear with a soft groan.
“I can’t wait to get to bed,” you tried to take off your elaborate armor but you knew at this rate you might accidentally break it so you gave up and looked at your costar, “how the hell are you not tired.”
Tom Hiddleston laughed and easily took off his Loki costume, revealing a dark green shirt underneath, “Coffee usually does the trick,” he grinned.
You shook your head and walked over to him, your head was starting to ache from staring at green screens all day and the costuming department was nowhere to be seen.
“Can you help me with this?” You raised your arms to reveal an intricate network of buckles and buttons that held the suit together. It was made out of light materials so it wasn’t very heavy, but right now even your eyelids felt like a hundred pounds. Being a part of the Avengers franchise was fun and exciting and you became very close to most of your cast mates, but the schedule was brutal and you worked nonstop from dawn to dusk everyday. It didn’t help that most of your scenes involved stunts and martial arts, and you were regretting not getting a stunt double and doing all of it yourself instead. Even Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson advised you to get a stunt double, but you wanted to prove to everyone that you were capable of getting physical and be able to act under any situation. Now you wanted to punch your past self in the face and cry in a bathtub with a glass of wine.
Tom crossed his arms and grinned at you, “You’re telling me that you’ve been doing flips and jumping off of rooftops all day and somehow you can’t take off a costume?”
You pouted your lips and whined, “Please Tom? Everyone else has gone home and I want to take a bath tonight.”
“Turn around,” he laughed and shook his head. You happily turned your back to him and he started to undo the buckles and buttons that held you captive in the armor.
“Wow this is pretty complicated,” he furrowed his brows and fumbled around with some of the buckles, “I need to press harder on the buttons for them to release,” with that he pushed his fingers into your ribs and you let out a loud squeal before you could stop it.
“What was that?” Tom laughed and looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. You turned your head to him and glared.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Do you want me to take this off or not?” He playfully hovered his fingers over your sides.
You groaned and turned back your head, “Proceed.”
Tom chuckled even harder, “Y/N, you have to raise your arms, I can’t see where the buckles are.”
Softly cursing underneath your breath, you slowly raised your arms and composed yourself for the attack. Very slowly Tom went back to work on the costume and every so often he pressed on a particularly sensitive spot that caused you to squeal, but you kept your arms up. After what seemed like a million years, Tom got one side of your costume undone and he moved onto your other side.
“B-be gentle!” You laughed as his fingers dug into your side, you felt like he was doing it on purpose but you managed to keep your arms raised in the air so he could keep on working.
“I’m doing my best here,” he chuckled, “please tell me you have something underneath this.”
“Of course I do!” You shot back, a warm blush grew on your cheeks, “I would’ve asked Scarlett or Lizzie otherwise!”
“Just making sure.”
Finally after a few minutes you felt the armor loosen around your body and sag down to the floor.
“Thanks Tom, I can probably do the rest myself,” you sighed in relief and started to wiggle out of the costume.
“Wait, there’s one more buckle I have to undo,” he held you still and you grumbled.
“I don’t feel another one, where is it?” You reached around your sides and back to find it with no avail.
“Right here!” At the last word, Tom suddenly grabbed your sides and wiggled his fingers, you screamed and crumbled to the floor in fits of laughter. He managed to slip his hand under the armor and tickled your belly and ribs. His large hands covered most of your torso and he unleashed a ticklish hell on your already exhausted body. You had no energy to fight except to squirm around and curl into a ball, just accepting the laughter and screams that flowed out of your lips.
“T-Tom st-top!” You barely managed to scream out. Your costar laughed and pulled back from his attack. He knelt down next to you and gently kissed you on the cheek.
“Let me know when you’re stuck in your costume again,” he said cheekily. You rolled your eyes and realized…
You’re wearing the damn thing again tomorrow.
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hello! i hope you are still taking requests!
can i request a oneshot with tom hiddleston where him and the reader are a already a couple and they into a pillow & tickle fight then it turns into a smut? (i rlly love fics with fluff to smut) you may use these prompts that i found!
"quit stealing all the pillows!"
"stop that! i'm ticklish!"
"can i kiss you?"
"i want you right now."
"all mine."
i hope this isn't a lot, i just really love your fics and keep writing! 🦋
ahh thank you sm, i’m so glad you enjoy my writing, love! <3
AND OK THIS IS ADORABLE, you and tommy will always help each other wind down after a long day with cuddles and passion. i feel like he’d be super sweet and gentle with you all night and then he’ll start to get super playful and eventually… well you know. ;)
i hope this is what you were hoping for! enjoy! ❤️
staying in [tom hiddleston]
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summary: tom hiddleston x fem!reader ; you and your loving boyfriend enjoy a relaxing night at home with one another. little did you realize, the night was only just beginning.
warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, very fluffy, swearing, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, daddy kink, praise kink
a/n: my dearest apologies for the long wait! i hope you enjoy! requested by: @aestheticallyholland also, keep reading until the end to find my play on words for the title hehe
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The sweet aroma of freshly brewed tea swam through the house as you roamed back and forth in the kitchen. You elevated yourself onto your tippy-toes to retrieve two small cups from the tall cabinet. Seeing how the pair of cups sat neatly on the top shelf away from your reach, you let out a sigh. Of course, you knew who would be the only one tall enough in the house to reach that absurdly high shelving.
“Tom!” you shouted.
“Yes?” he called out from the next room.
“Come help me!” you exclaimed.
Tom was your darling boyfriend that you had met through a mutual friend. You still remember that night your friend dragged both you and Tom to that art museum with them. The both of you grew closer and closer with every conversation or text to where eventually you were inseparable. Even to this day, you smile remembering the day Tom asked you to be his.
“Someone needs rescuing?” Tom quips with a smile, striding into the kitchen. Yup. You had thought to yourself. If anyone would have legs long enough to reach the top shelf, it’s definitely him.
“Absolutely!” you say, playing along. “I don’t know how I’d ever survive if I don’t get my cup of tea right this instance.”
Tom laughs and walks past you to effortlessly pick the two teacups from the cabinet and place them in your hands.
“My lady.” he says with a wink. You giggle.
“Oh, my hero.” you fake a swoon before setting the china cups on the counter. As you being pouring you and your beloved a cup of tea, you feel his body press against your back gently.
His long arms snake around your waist to pull you closer into him. You feel his lips press into your neck, pecking kisses all over your skin.
“The movie is starting, you know.” Tom informs you. You hum slightly, feeling his lips form a smile in the nape of your neck.
“Well, you wanted tea, mister.” you laughed, turning to present him with his cup. “Ta-da!” you exclaim, making Tom chuckle.
“Oh, what would I do without you?” he sighs, taking the cup into his hands before leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. You smile before going to reach for you own cup.
“Hm, I don’t know. Brew your own tea?” you joke, taking a small sip. “Needs more honey.” you say, turning around and placing the cup onto the surface. Tom rolls his eyes dramatically, setting his cup on the counter.
“And I need your company.” he states slyly. Before you could question what he meant, Tom scoops you into his arms causing a squeal to escape your lips.
“Thomas!” you giggle as he starts carrying you bridal style into the living room. “You wanted tea!”
“Yes but I’m afraid I’ll go crazy if you spend another second away from me.” Tom laughs, placing you down onto the couch. He then quickly crawls on top of you to press open mouthed kisses into your neck once more.
“I was only gone for ten minutes!” you claim.
“Exactly.” he laughs. “You’re incredibly slow.”
“Hey!” you say, grabbing a pillow to playfully wack Tom in the side with. He turns to look at you with a devilish smile.
“Oh, you’ll regret that!” he exclaims before lunging at you to tickle you, causing you to burst out into tears of laughter.
“Tom! Stop that! I’m ticklish!” you laugh uncontrollably, trying to push him off you.
“Don’t mess with the God of Mischief, darling!” he says, before attacking your neck again with nips and pecks, his hands still mercilessly tickling at your sides.
Hooking your legs around his slim waist, you jump and pounce on Tom, sending him onto his back. You pin his arms above his head, looking into his crystal blue orbs.
“Or what?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. Tom stare deeply into your eyes, taking note of how stunning you appeared above him. Tom allows his head to fall back ontoo the couch, letting him lay completely under your touch.
After a moment of breath, Tom begins to grin. You watch as his piercing eyes rake over your form.
“What is it?” you ask softly. Tom brings his gaze back to your eyes and sighs joyfully.
“You’re just so beautiful.” he whispers, causing you to blush. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes. You couldn’t bare to resist him any longer.
With your grip still locked on Tom’s wrists, you bow your head to connect your lips with his. As the kiss deepens, you feel him slip his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in pleasurable surprise.
Tom begins to slowly sit up, allowing you to slide further into his lap. You move your hands from his wrists to cup his face while his arms drop to his side. You then feel Tom’s hands slither up your legs to caress your thighs, making you squirm. When the kiss breaks, his eyes are immediately connected with yours.
“Already writhing under my touch, Y/N?” he questions quietly. You blush, looking away in embarrassment.
“No, darling. You know better.” he corrects you, brings his fingers under your chin to lead your face back to in front of his. “Never be ashamed of the pleasure I give you.” he says before bringing you into another kiss. This one was shorter. You disconnected from his lips quickly to speak, still tasting him on your tongue.
“Tommy…” you whisper, your voice almost cracking.
“Hm?” he hums.
“T-the movie.” Is all you could trust yourself to say. You feel him groan against your skin, his hands traveling up your spine to rub soothing circles over your back.
“That can wait. I want you right now.” he insisted. His suggestive words go right to your core as you begin to feel yourself become wet. One of his hands then slowly drop to the bottom of your shirt. He takes the fabric and slowly begins to move it upwards.
“May I?” Tom asks kindly.
“Please.” you whisper, lifting your arms to allow him to undress you. Tom gently discards your shirt onto the floor before removing his own, revealing his broad shoulders and long torso.
You place your hands on Tom’s chest to feel his bare skin against yours, allowing you to feel closer to him. You then press small kisses across his chest while you sneak your hand down to undo Tom’s belt. Though he was swift to stop you.
“Ah, ah. Ladies first, my love.” he tells you as he grabs your hands to halt their movements. He lifts you up slightly to place you flat onto your back on the couch. You sigh in pleasure as you feel Tom kiss his way from your neck down to your clothed breasts.
Both his hands travel up your stomach to knead your breasts through your bra. You groan, relishing in your boyfriend’s praising touch. One of his hands snake towards the back of your bra, skillfully unclasping the straps. Once the lacy fabric falls, Tom’s eyes roamed all over you body with want and hunger. He took note of how the cool air hit your nipples, causing them to harden for him. Tom hums in appreciation, gently pawing at your tits.
“You’re so stunning.” he says in pure awe. He lowers his head down to capture one of your firm nipples into his hot mouth. He sucks on it gently, making you arch your back into his mouth. Your head falls back as he returns the same attention to your other nipple. You weave your fingers through Tom’s light and wavy locks, giving them a tug every so often. His warm and wet tongue felt heavenly in comparison to the chilled room. His teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, making you buck your hips up into him. You were absolutely craving that friction.
“P-please Tom, I need more.” you whisper. Tom glances at you before giving you a devious smile.
“As you wish.” he says simply before sinking down the couch further towards your burning heat. His hands follow, gently caressing down your bare tummy to the band of the pair of sweatpants you had worn for the night in. 
Tom then hooks his fingers in the hem of your pants before looking up at you for your approval with his puppy dog eyes. Although this was not the first time you and Tom had been intimate with one another, you still felt safe and comforted whenever Tom asked your permission for anything and everything. You soften your eyes and give him a soft nod. Tom’s smile grows impossibly wider before he places one last final kiss on your stomach right bellow your belly button.
He removes both your pants and panties in one swift movement, tossing them near by your shirt. Tom takes in the sight of your glistening pussy, ready to be touched. He brings his thumb down onto your sensitive clit, rubbing small circles into your body. You moan out in ecstasy upon feeling his fingers finally touch your needy body.
“Mmm.” Tom practically growls, admiring the sight of your bare cunt. “All mine.” he whispers. With no further warning, Tom dives into your warmth, devouring your dripping pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” you mewl out, arching your back off the couch. This spurs on Tom, his clever tongue beginning to work faster.
You pull at his hair, causing him to moan into your pussy. He ate you like a man starved, his talented tongue licking up every last drop of your sweet juice. You grind yourself onto face, his hands giving your thighs a gentle squeeze before he lifts up his head once again.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and make a mess of my face, Y/N?” he asks in that delicious british accent of his. “Do you want my fingers?” he questions.
“Yes! Yes please, may I please take your fingers into my pussy?” you moan out. Tom smiles against you before pushing a single digit into you. Your moans echo through the house as Tom quickens his pace. He’s quick to find your sweet spots, causing you to push yourself further down onto his fingers.
“You are hugging me so tightly, Darling. I think I ought to stretch you out.” he whispers sinfully before adding in another finger. Once they settle deep inside you he scissors his fingers inside of you ever so slightly.
“Thank you!” you cry. “Your fingers feel amazing, daddy.” you say. Tom grins, his fingers starting to pump in and out of you. He hits your g spot perfectly, making you impossibly wetter.
“I can feel how close you’re growing.” he claims, looking up into your eyes with darkness. “Go ahead, love, cum for me. Show me how much you love my fingers.”
“Yes, daddy! I’m cumming!” you moan. With that, the coil in your stomach snapped with intense pleasure, the wave of your orgasm rushing over you completely.
Tom’s fingers slowed to let you ride out your high. Once his fingers stilled, he pressed one last kiss to your clit before slipping his soaked digits from your sopping pussy.
“Look at this mess you’ve made.” Tom says with a devilish smile. “Go ahead, my girl. Clean it up.” he tells you before bringing his dripping fingers to your mouth. You open obediently, moaning once you taste yourself on the thickness of his fingers.
Your tongue swipes and rolls around his fingers as you made sure to suck on them for good measure. Tom watched you intently, his teeth bared and mouth slightly open while he sighed deeply.
“Fuck, I love you.” he said breathlessly before bringing your face in to kiss him. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting all of you at once. Once this kiss broke, he immediately brought his lips down to your breasts.
“May I make you feel even better?” he pleads with a gentle tone, his eyes asking you for permission to bed you. “Please, Y/N, let me take you.” he whispers into your ear while his hands continued to massage your sides and hips.
As he sucked marks and hickies into your skin you moaned slightly at the sensation of his talented mouth.
“Oh, Tom! Yes! You make it feel so good.” you whisper, your head dizzy with euphoria. Tom stops to glance up at your eyes with a smile.
“Please, I need you.” you nod with a whine.
“Don't worry, my dear. I'm here to keep you happy." he reassures you with a sweet tone. After pecking one last kiss onto your belly, Tom sits up onto his knees to unfasten his belt buckle. The sound of metal clanking filled the room as you continued to watch him.
Once Tom dropped his jeans along with his boxers, you witnessed his hard cock spring into action and bob up and down obscenely. You could feel yourself practically salivating over the delicious sight of his twitching member. You could spot a small pearl of precum leaking from his red and angry tip. Tom must've caught you staring because he chuckled to himself, snapping you out of your daydreaming.
“See something you like, love?” he leases, his voice smooth and deep. You nod eagerly, sitting up to allow yourself a better view of your godly boyfriend.
“Mm, yes sir.” you hum, giving him a wink. “This view just might be even better than that plump backside of yours.” you teased, making Tom scoff with a smile.
“What a tease.” he laughs before, hooking his hands on each of your thighs to yank you closer to him. Your wet entrance pressed against the tip of his cock, causing you to moan out from the sudden contact.
“Do you want me, Y/N?” he asks, placing his hands on either side of your head to position himself above you.
“Always.” you say truthfully.
“Show me.” he requests.
After a brief pause, you give him a mischievous smirk. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist and pushed your heels into his lower back, forcing his cock to slide inside of you.
You and Tom both throw your heads back in a moan, flooding in the passion you had for one another. Tom pulled your body closer to his so he was completely flush against you, his cock nestled deep inside your pussy. He could feel you pulsing around him, begging him to move.
“You are perfection, fuck!” Tom moaned out as he pulled out completely only to slam back inside you. Your back arches off the couch due to the snap in his hips.
“Yes! Thank you, daddy!” you cry. “Oh, yes, p-please make me cum, daddy, please.” you babbled on, his body driving you near insanity.
“Shh, shh, relax. I’ll get you there, it’s alright.” he whispered before leaning down to gently kiss a tear that had fallen down your cheek. “Now be a good girl and let the whole neighborhood know exactly who is making you feel this damn good.”
With that, Tom set a merciless pace of harsh thrusts against your softness. The sound of skin slapping skin flooded the room, quickly followed by Tom’s grunts and your moans.
“Fuck, Tom, feels so good! Please don’t stop!” you moan, wrapping your arms around his strong neck for leverage.
“Believe me baby, I wouldn’t dream of it.” he grunted, hips still rolling deep into you. You could feel every ridge and vein rubbing inside your walls, hitting places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.
Your nails dug into his broad shoulders, making him hiss into your ear in bliss. His thrusts began to falter, signaling that he was getting close. You pull yourself closer to Tom, wrapping your legs around his strong hips even tighter.
Tom settles from his hands down to rest on his forearms, connecting his chest with your own. You could feel his rapid heartbeat against your sweaty chest as he lowered his head to kiss you.
You bring one of your hands to tangle into his dark blonde locks, deepening the kiss. You both moan into each other’s mouths, adoring the feeling of being so deeply connected to each other. With one particularly hard thrust, you scream in ecstasy when his dick ruts into your g spot. Tom smirks into your neck, knowing he just found the spot. His thrusts quicken, being sure to hit that spot deep inside you every time.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, daddy, I’m close!” you cry. “Please let me cum, I’ve been such a good girl for you, daddy!” your filthy words fill Tom’s ears, making him growl.
“Not yet, darling. Hold on just a little longer.” he gasps, his thrusts becoming sloppier. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“T-Tom, please!” You feel yourself tighten around him, making Tom moan and give one last sharp thrust before spilling inside you.
“Fuck yes, Y/N, cum!” he moans, his cock stilled in your pussy. You scream, the coil in your tummy snaps, making your orgasm flood over his cock. You could feel Tom’s warm seed fill you up, making you gasp in pleasure. Once the room fell still again, so did Tom. He gently lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you with his weight. You hugged him close to your bare front, rubbing his shoulders and back to soothe the red marks you had clawed into him. The two of you panted in the now silent room, recovering from your highs. You feel Tom begin to move to remove his now softening cock from your pussy. You quickly cease his movement by stopping his hips with your hand.
“Wait, please.” you whisper. Tom stops, afraid he hurt you, his worried eyes snapping to meet yours.
“Are you okay? Have I hurt you?” he asks, frantic. You place your hand on his cheek to calm his nerves.
“Shh, I’m okay... I just… miss you being this close.” you say, hugging him once more. “Can we stay like this just a little longer? Please, just stay inside me tonight.” you ask tiredly, certain you were already drifting off.
Tom smiles, and presses a lingering kiss into your temple before resting to cuddle you with his cock nestled inside you.
“Anything for you, my love. I’ll stay in tonight.”
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I’m Arriving | Tom Hiddleston x Reader
A/N: Y’all are getting all the bonus fics this week. This one was again inspired by a conversation with some peeps on a Discord server. About how British people would sound during sex. Not edited, I regret nothing.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Summary: Tom gets a little silly after celebrating his double Olivier nomination at the pub.
Warnings: smut, cursing?, sex, drinking, bit of consensual grabby hands, inappropriate use of a British accent.
Taglists are open! Let me know if you want to be added! Thank you for reading!
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Tom’s cheeks flushed pink as he pressed the beer bottle to his lips, giggling. You pulled it away.
“I think you have had quite enough.” You set the bottle down on the well-worn table of the booth where the two of you sat.
There was a loud pop song playing in the pub, drowning out most of the noise and chatter. Tom grabbed for the bottle, but you slid it away with a smile. Tom pouted, his lower lip sticking out ever so slightly. You were half tempted to reach over and flick it with your finger.
“You said we should celebrate, darling.” Tom snatched the beer away, holding it out of your reach. “You said to make a night of it. That being nominated for not just one but two Oliviers was monumental. Were you lying?” He sipped the beer.
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “No, I wasn’t lying. But it is not much of celebration if you wake up the next morning with a splitting headache whining to me.”
“I feel fine.”
“Your cheeks are pink.”
Tom wiggled his brows at you. “And I haven’t even taken my pants off yet.”
You slammed your hands onto the table. “And that’s the one, I’m taking you home.” You fished out your wallet and placed several notes on the table, more than enough for the drinks and a generous tip. Tom stood and stretched, revealing a delicious slice of flesh above the waistband of his jeans. His legs wobbled a bit underneath him.
“Will you put me to bed?” Tom continued to tease. He reached out and wrapped his long arm around your waist. His breath was hot and moist on your ear. “I would love to take you to bed.” he purred, placing wet open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
You playfully shoved him away. “Okay, Tiger. Let’s get home first before someone snaps a photo.”
“Party pooper.” Tom pouted again.
You snapped your teeth at him. “Keep sticking that lip out and I might have to bite it.”
“Promise?” His brows raised.
The two of you laughed out the door. Tom grabbed and groped you in the back of the taxi.
“Stop it, Tom!” You removed his hand from your upper thigh for the fifth time in the short ride.
“I can’t. You make me insatiable.” he commented.
“Well, control yourself. What happened to the perfect English gentleman I fell in love with?” you giggled as his whiskers tickled your chin.
Tom sat back and blinked. “You are absolutely right, darling.” He tugged on his sweater. “I shall control myself.”
Tom settled himself back in his seat and did his best to sit up straight, hands in his lap. You burst into laughter.
“You look ridiculous!”
“Shh…” He pressed his finger to his pursed lips. “Don’t shout in the car. You’ll spook the driver.”
You overheard the driver chuckle up front. You slapped your thigh.
“Now you sound ridiculous. You sound and look like a drunk person pretend to be sober.”
Tom turned his head to stare at you. His lips twitched at the corners. “What an impertinent thing to say, darling.” The car came to stop outside your shared home. “Okay look, we’re home!” Tom jumped out of the car and jogged over to your side and open your door, offering his hand. “My lady.”
“My king.” You took his hand, and he led you to the door.
“And by the end of the night you may end calling a god.” Tom growled, fumbling the keys before shoving the door open with his shoulder. “Your castle.”
You giggled as you stepped inside. As you shut the door, Tom caged you against the door, catching your lips with his.
“Darling…” Your hands grabbed for Tom’s jeans, tugging everything down past his ass. Tom rucked your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side, pushing inside of you.
“Hmmmm, splendid.” Tom snapped his hips against you. You pulled him forward, pressing you as you kiss him.
“Yes!” you moaned as Tom hit that spot inside of you that makes your knees buckle.
Tom continued to snap his hips, grunting. “Ah, indeed.”
Your eyes fluttered close as your release drew close. Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic. His mouth fell open and his head fell back. “Scrumptious, darling. Carry on.”
“Thomas…” your brow furrowed, but Tom buried himself deep inside of you. “Oh god!” you screamed as you came, clenching his cock.
“Good heavens, I’m arriving!” Tom panted, and he thrusted twice more before coming inside of you.
He slumped down and pulled you away from the door, still holding you in his arms.
“What the hell was that?” you asked.
Tom grinned down at you, kissing your lips sweetly. “You said you wanted a perfect British gentleman.” He winked.
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