#prof! tom hiddleston x reader

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Greetings bestie 💖🫡

Requesting a Professor Hiddles story (you can choose what subject he's teaching) where he already has this friendly type of dynamic w/ Reader and she's nervous about finals week and he goes "Tell you what, if you ace all your exams I'll take you out to dinner. Anything you want."

…And then (surprise surprise) she wants to skip all that because she just wants him 🫠🫠

I shall leave spice level entirely up to you 😏

And for some ✨inspiration✨…

Hi bestie! Thank you for requesting a Prof! Tom fic! I loved writing it!

Exam Aid (Prof! Tom Hiddleston x Student! Reader)

Summary: When finals have gotten you down, your Shakespeare professor offers some help...and motivation...

Word Count: 5939 (woof)

Warnings: Eventual Smut at the end! NSFW! (Reader is a college student ((if undergrad or graduate that's up to you)) so she's over 18. Dom! Prof Hiddles and Sub! Reader, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, doggy style, doing it in an office. It's super filthy when it gets there, so be warned), mentions of anxiety and insomnia and mental health. My Shakespeare tastes and my IRL English Major college experiences are used and referenced bc it's my indulgent fic too and I do what I want. Some hurt/comfort. Prof Hiddles being both a dom and silly goofy in one fic bc get you a man who can do both.

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 It wasn’t the actual week of finals. Oh no, you knew how the drill would go. It was the month or week before. It would be assigned. Every last essay thrown on top of you. And with professors without a touch of reality for students.

“Who the hell has time to read and finish A Tale of Two Cities in two days?!” you thought as you shoved your unabridged copy of Dickens in your bag. Promising yourself to get through as much as you can and then read the Sparknotes summary in the morning. You weren’t immune to it.

Throughout your time in college, you had many a professor. Professors came in varieties. There were creative writing professors who ranged from tiny women who would assign short stories that made no sense to blonde men with glasses and toothy grins who loved it when their male classmates wrote exploitative abuse. Mythology professors with Greek accents and tans. Then there were the mixed bag of literature professors. 

The previous professor of the literature survey for Shakespeare also taught the American Literature Survey course. He was Dr. Rutledge. He wasn’t from this year, or even this reality. Either a wise old sage or a kooky scientist from the movie. He had long, thin grey hair, and wore bow ties with black glasses and thick tweed jackets. He smiled and would speak for hours in a tone half sarcastic, half serious. You knew he would go back home and cozy up with a whole copy of Moby Dick next to a fireplace as he sipped on tea or even scotch if he was feeling adventurous. When he brought up sex and seduction with the Scarlet Letter it was the equivalent of hearing a nun confess her last orgy. 

So when you registered this year for the Shakespeare course, that was the sight you were expecting.

Since the first day in walked someone different. He may have been wearing a suit, but he definitely was not Dr. Rutledge. 

Everyone was gossiping and chattering and sipping on their iced coffees when they fell silent. Every single back stood up straighter at the sight of him. Young, tall, virile. Long, curly reddish blonde hair. A goatee and glasses to show his maturity. Sharp suits that framed every inch of his lean but fit body. Eyes and cheekbones to die for. A jaw so straight it made the men taking the class question if they were.

No introduction of “hi, I’m-” No icebreaker games. He only stepped forward, to his podium. Held onto it, everyone leaned forward. He had all of you in the palm of his hand. Then, with his clear, bright baritone voice, he spoke-

“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York…”

His voice…something about it. So…rich…Goddammit, he picked that one, the opening speech of Richard the Third. If he picked Romeo’s balcony declaration or something like that, you would be in even more danger of falling onto the floor in a horny heap of suppressed yearning. But no…it was Richard the Third’s monolgoue. Of all the characters he was playing, of all the characters in the Shakespeare canon you could thirst after, it was fucking Richard the Third. Definitely not known as a hunk or even a likable person according to canon. 

But the way he said it- threatening, villainous even. He leaned in and confessed his true feelings about the royal family and his plot to destroy them and rule over them. You could already feel something stirring inside you. And it was eight am in the morning. 

As he finished the monologue, speaking it so naturally it was as if it were his own words, the class burst into applause.

With a casual bow, brushing his curly blonde-red hair out of his face, he introduced himself.

“Hello class- good morning. I’m your professor- Professor Hiddleston, and I will make this as fun and engaging as a morning class on Shakespeare can be.”

From then on, you enjoyed the class. You tackled it on- after all, you wanted to have some fun. You loved Shakespeare. But Professor Thomas Hiddleston…was a bonus. Thank the lord he wore suits. And if not suits, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up. He might as well as taken it off for you. 

You went through various sonnets. Then explored the poetry- Aphrodite and Lucretia. Then the plays. Even plays that the undergrads thought the most dull he made intriguing. He made everything clear with Shakespeare’s life too himself- how the Bard lost a son named Hamlet. How Shakespeare was accustomed to the great courts and low brothels Prince Hal tasted both of. 

When theatres did productions or there was the odd movie adaptation in theatres, everyone went to go see it. Then he had a showing of lesser-known film adaptations. Showing how Orson Welles framed the shot of Falstaff to make the large knight seem even larger. The Bollywood Othello where at long, long last Emilia survived and she was the one to kill Iago, much to the class’s cheering.

“Are there any other movies we should watch?” he asked.

One kid shot up and suggested Shakespeare in Love. He raised an eyebrow.

“ It was not Shakespeare’s invention to have the lovers die. Romeo and Juliet was a a known story in Elizabethan era England and everyone knew back then that the lovers died. It’s like someone just suggesting that Superman comes from another planet- we all know he does. Not  because of him having an illicit affair as his poor wife was left to raise their surviving children far off and alone!”

“What about Anonymous!?” cried one kid, trying to be cool.

He let out a deep, ragged sigh. 

“There is more than enough evidence to suggest Shakespeare wrote the plays. Every criticism says he can’t write it because he was uneducated. However, if you look, there are hysterical inaccuracies in his geography And no one questions the authorship of Maya Angelou because of her lack of formal education! Just because he was not a nobleman, does not mean he was not aware of things as you are! Every Anti-Stratfordian argument boils down to classicism.” 

It was the best class you took. Having him teach definitely helped. And he would invite people for coffee talks and of course, you would bolt to join. Yet you enjoyed it- seeing him so relaxed. Warm in his coat as everyone circled around to talk about plays they knew of but hadn’t read in this class.

“Well- all of us went through our high schools. We all read Romeo and Juliet- what do you think?” he questioned them one autumnal day. 

“They’re just brats! Ugh!” one guy snarled out.

That you couldn’t take. You set down your drink, glaring at him. 

“They’re not!” you cried out passionately.

Eyes turned forward to you. You wished youcould have slapped him, but you stopped.

“Well, Y/N…why do you think that? Why are they not brats?” the professor asked. 

“I think…the plays aren’t meant to be realistic. Of course, they fall in love immediately- so do Rosamund and Orlando but no one calls them brats! It’s not Romeo and Juliet who get everyone killed! It’s not their love that hurts anyone- it’s just the feud and Paris l thinking he is entitled to Juliet’s body after her supposed death! No one knows about them- only they, the nurse, and the priest know about it! They’re innocent! Juliet calls Romeo her ‘friend!” Her one and only friend! That’s how alone she is without him! They are just innocent victims of a greater scheme. Hamlet and Othello fall prey to their own flaws- but Romeo and Juliet are just two young kids caught in the crossfire!”

You didn’t realize how passionate you were. You felt your face get hot with embarrassment as the class gaped at you. But the Professor was nodding his head. He gave you a small smile as you sat down.

“That was…very good. Next time, use the text and a few sources, and you have yourself a good essay, Y/N,” Professor Hiddleston said.

You liked how he challenged you. He would only want you to do better. He wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass, but he would support you. You would ask after each other. He told you a bit about his life- about how much there was to grade. How he got the job. Little things- but little things only added up to how much you liked him. Even…even…no, you couldn’t you would never say it aloud. But your bedtime fantasies…you were more than mere friends…but that was only for fantasies. 

You tried to let those regular Shakespeare classes comfort you. But finals were taking a toll on your sleep, and your health. You were so wound up and stressed, trying to read and perfect essays that you had trouble going to bed. Your brain kept churning- unable to think of anything else but your work. You couldn’t realx- you worked so hard to get into this school, this degree. If you didn’t pass then…you would be a failure and all that work to go to this school would be for nothing. 

At least after a sleepless night, you had something to look forward to- to distract yourself. But even lately in those classes, you curled into yourself. The heaviness of your exhaustion and the jolt of your anxiety over finals in an unending cycle of misery. You were so…tired…and done…and drained…you knew it would pass with time…

After class, as everyone filed out, Professor Hiddleston walked over to where you slowly gathered your things. He held out a hand to you.

“What is it, Y/N? You’re usually smiling and happy here. But you seem very grave lately…has something happened?”

You shook your head.

“Not really just…finals…I want to do well. I can’t get C’s- I want to do them perfectly! I want to! I want this degree! Now I…I’m so scared of failing…I wanted this school so much, now I…I…” you began to mutter.

You felt tears wriggling out of your eyes, and your breath shook as you uselessly tried to hold them back. He handed you tissues from his coat pocket. You felt like a trashbag- crying in front of this fucking Greek God. But he looked at you kindly. You wiped your eyes. Snot threatened to release from crying and you blew your nose. Ugh, he would think you were especially gross after that. But his gentle smile did not change. You wrapped up the tissues and tossed them aside- then he handed you the little plastic package.

“Is it mansplaining if I give you some advice?” he asked.

“Oh, no…it’s not…” you said. 

“Break your studies apart, Y/N. Ten little minutes at a time. A break. Then ten more. If you take time to focus, it will help you. Or if you make it fun and play music or make little drawings, then you have a picture as well…I know it means a lot…but if you rest, you will recover…and you must think smart, not hard,” he advised.

“Okay…” you nodded.

“Y/N, there are counselors here…they will help you and you don’t have to pay anything. They; 've helped me, and so many others, they should help you…” he suggested. He got out pamphlets from a corner of his desk to give to you. 

“I’ll see one…Why are you so kind to me?” you asked impulsively, looking up.

He put his hands in his pockets, glancing down, and then back up.

“If I may be frank, you remind me so much of myself when I was a student. I had a thesis I had to write on Shakespeare’s problem plays…and it consumed me. I wish someone had given me that advice at that time-I only want you to suffer a little less. Don’t be so hard on yourself- like I was on me…”

You nodded up at him, adjusting the straps of your bag and gathering your things in your arms. 

 “And I’ll..I’ll make it fun- I’ll think of a reward for after…” you said.

He placed his hands in front of him, his lips tightening, and then in a rushed exhale, he spoke. 

“Y/N…how would you…you…you like dinner? After finals?”

You perked your head up. Was this real? You blinked at him, saying nothing.

“Y/N…make me a bet…Go to counseling, break apart your studying, get through your finals, and do as well as you can…and I will take you out to dinner, how does that sound?” he asked.

You smiled at him, your heart beating fast. But yet…you were touched. You put a hand over your chest and released an exhale.

“Professor that…that sounds wonderful…” you answered.

“Ah, excellent. Now- is that a deal?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

You gave him a smile and a small laugh.

“It’s a deal,” you replied.

You managed to get a counseling session scheduled for tomorrow. You went inside, sat, met the kind therapist, and smiled as you vented and cried out your feelings. When you went back to where you lived and spent your emotions, you crashed onto the bed. It was the best nap you had ever taken. 

You followed his advice. You broke down studying or writing essays and researching. You took more breaks. You had made flashcards with doodles for the tests and were catching on quickly. Your research was more fruitful and your essays were getting better in your eyes. You found you slept a bit better at night.

Each day as you sat in at 8 am, the Professor would smile at you and nod. You felt more like yourself again despite the looming deadlines. And they didn’t seem like a matter of life or death anymore. 

Everyone knows the week before finals are hell. To study and work so much with no time off from usual classes. But… you would still miss that 8 a.m. Shakespeare survey- and the handsome professor in his suits.

“Y/N, don’t be scared- you will be phenomenal,”  He gave you a wink that turned you into jelly.

Damn him. To think you would have dinner with him. You turned around to peek at him erasing the markerboard and glimpsing his curved bum,  how his hair curled at the back, and his broad back.

Yeah, now that was motivation to do well.

You studied and wrote with enthusiasm. You completed it all in due time. The essays were to your satisfaction.  When you settled at night, you cuddled his pillow. Remembering his smell- be it his shampoo or cologne, the mild, citrus scent. Fantasizing about him. Of dancing slowly at a formal event with you in an evening gown. Feeling his hand on your back and his head lowering down to touch your forehead. Of sharing ice cream. Being a damsel in distress for him to rescue. Then you thought of his body…. And the images changed to something naughtier. Wearing short skirts and showing up to his class. And him noticing. And lifting it up…

You conked right to sleep.

Finals week began. The entire campus knew it was stressful and went ridiculously out of their way to cheer up the students. But it was a lot of fun, you had to admit. Having dogs on campus to pet. Discounts on coffee. That Monday morning the cafeteria was packed with the free breakfast they offered. Once you brave the long lines for free food, you headed out to your first final. 

Professors, to your amusement, dotted around the campus. If they didn’t have a class to be in, they were handing little care packages while dressed in silly costumes. The sight amused you and made you smile.

Then walking up, you turned to the right and jumped at the sight with a happy, surprised gasp that became laughter. Professor Hiddleston himself wore a light, frilly tutu made for girls a quarter of his age over his pants, little costume fairy wings over his shirt,  and had a headband with little stars on top like ears. 

He turned towards you and his face turned bright pink. 

“Professor Hiddleston! What is this?!” you asked.

He opened up his arms to present his silly costume.

“We’re doing our anti-stress events! I am here to provide you with help with your stress!” he announced theatrically.

You put your hands akimbo and surveyed his costume up and down. If the class knew, they would lose it.

“And you’re doing it?!” you asked.

“Why not! I’m not a stick in the mud all the time! I can have fun!”

You laughed again.

“I should take a picture and send you to the group chat of our class!”

“I don’t see why not!”

He posed as you took a picture. 

“And how are you feeling?”

“I feel better! Much better now- I feel like I’m ready…”

“Good! It will be done soon! A bit at a time!”

He handed over a stress-free care package. Exchanging smiles, you continued by with a lighter step in your shoes. 

You went to every test outside of the pre-written essay. You knew what to do as you wrote short essays for the tests. You didn’t completely panic and wrote them as well as you could. When it came to every exam,  you felt you knew and understood the material. The week flew by. 

Sure enough, on that Friday, with shaking hands and a turning stomach, you looked up your grades. Taking in a breath right when the clock hit noon, you tapped a shaking finger on the mouse.  The link buffered on your computer to view them. Then it lit up with revelation. 

You passed them. You passed them all. In fact, you did very well. 

Your heart was racing but—you realized…you didn’t have his number. Only his email address. With the still nervous feeling…you emailed him, your professor.

“Hello Professor,

My grades were announced- and they’re all spectacular. I passed all of them. So…you made that promise…are you available for dinner?”

You sent it off. You could only ruminate for five minutes- his response was quick. 

“Of course, dear Y/N…

Here’s my number below… Meet me in my office. The parking lot isn’t far from it.”

You managed to text him immediately. You were giggling and pacing your room like a high schooler as your phone buzzed with his responses.  You re-read them as you paced about with your phone in your face. The high of your crush floating you into the clouds. You were going to go to a nice restaurant- one wasn’t finalized yet, but something nice. And that meant you had to look the part!

You were so excited. You made sure your makeup was how you liked and that your hair looked clean. You put on a part dress-one with a shorter skirt. It was too perfect not to. It was cut only a little low to show some mild cleavage. The collar was wide enough so that it showed your collarbones. It was nice, but flirtatious and romantic. It hugged you in a perfect fit while making you feel amazing and sexy. 

Sure enough, you went over to his office. The place was abandoned. All offices and buildings on the Friday of the Finals are in the early evening. You walked over and knocked on the door.

He opened the door and your heart almost stopped.

He was lovely. In his suit. His curls and that slutty goatee combed. Smelling fresh and clean. He still was in his blue suit- bringing out the blue in his eyes. Loving, beautiful.

“Ah, Y/N- please, come in,” he welcomed.

You followed suit. He closed the door. There was a second where you just looked at each other. Despite his goatee, you saw him biting his lip.

“Now, how about that dinner, Y/N…” he offered. “There’s La Gardeniera-suitable. A nice place for a special occasion as this…”

You gave him a shrug.

“I don’t care…anywhere…” you replied. 

“Anywhere? ” he asked.

He put his hands in his pocket and looked at you. It was a simple office- white and brown as many are. There was a bright window, the blinds turned over, as the setting sun’s rays fell over it. There was a small bust of Shakespeare and a pitcher with cups of water. His desk had a neat stack of papers, and annotated books all over it. Cozy and comfortable- like how he made you. 

“I just…I want to be with you…I don’t mind. Take me to a McDonalds and I won’t care…” you went on.

“Y/N…I…me?” he asked.

“Yes, you! We don’t even have to eat or…to, uh…I just…” the words were failing you and you felt your heart pick up. You looked down at the floors and then back up at him. 

“You want to…to be with me…” he walked forward curiously. But you did not retreat. Did not back away. You only met him in his blue eyes, welcoming him.

“Y/N…are you sure?” he asked.

He took a step closer. He was right before you. And you did not retreat. You met his gaze. So close. The tension between you.

“Professor Hiddleston, I am sure…I just want to be with you…anywhere…you just…make me happy…” you finally confessed.

“You make me happy too…” he murmured

He leaned forward, seeking permission. You gave a shaky nod. 

Then he kissed you.

 Something in you released. So long it was boxed up- now wild and free.  He immediately took his hands and ran them up and down you and you held onto him in the kiss. Feeling him as he deepened it with the wet sound of lips. Grabbing onto each other, releasing what had been held for so long. He released and then kissed you-again, then again. Like he was drowning and you were air. 

“Mphm- what-what were the grades?” he asked before kissing again.

You caught your breath and took a break still close to his lips. 

“Passed them. Flying colors,” you reported.

 He kissed you again, moaning into it. Then he broke it again.

“Well now…my little student…doing so well…” he rasped.

You grabbed him and heart racing you felt him kiss you. His facial hair scratched against you. He kissed you back. He backed you up.

“You’ve been…good…” he breathed, pressing you there into it. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Mphm- this feels…feels so nice…you’re a good kisser,” you whispered.

“I’m good at more than just kissing, my dear-”

He held you, pulling you close. He backed you to the door-holding you against him. He then reached a hand and turned over the lock. It was sealed with a click. His hands then returned to you. He cupped your cheeks, then it slid down your neck, and your chest, and then settled on your wasit. 

“I’ve…I’ve…God, I’ve wanted you so much…I…I don’t know if I…think I can…hold back…my dear, I-I-if you’re not…not ready, I’ll-”

“I don’t want to leave yet- let’s wait for dinner-take me. Fuck me here, now,” you begged. 

You didn’t need to say any more than that.  ou shuddered. He found your skirt and touched your leg, lifting it up. Feeling your skin, cold from exposure.

“All this…is all for me now…”

His hand reached over your leg. His long fingers possessively gripped each bit of flesh. Enjoying it- feeling you for the first time. Treasuring you and making his mark- you were his and his alone. He wrapped an arm around you and lifted you up onto that door. You let out a sound He then took your leg and guided it to wrap around his waist, holding onto him. You were so dripping wet you could feel his pants brushing your soaked panties. He held you easily-so, so easily. Just muscle and wall holding you and keeping you in place. He managed to lift you up- keeping you up with how pressed he was to you. How warm. Keeping him on you.

Your lips crashed again. You kept touching him. One hand finally touching his hair- his beautiful, long curls. The other kissing into him. In his suit, he began to ground against you now that you had nowhere to go away- not that you would leave. He kissed you with tongue and fire. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back, wet noises and messy, desperate need.

“Tom…Tom, I-” you murmured.

He touched your chin, shushing you.

“We’re still in my office, my dear. And you will call me Professor,” he said.

He reached a hand down- feeling hte seat of your soaked panties. Smiling from teh effect already.

“Yes…yes, I will…” you breathed out. 

“Now- my little angel. She did so well…and she comes to me, so needy…so desperate-first for her finals and now for my cock-”

You held onto him, touching his tie. Pulling him up. You felt his erection stretching through his pants. The hooded eyes and soft voice, his hot breath. You gave him a smile- eager to have him. 

“I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you senselessly- and I want you- I never heard a thank you- I want to hear your gratitude for how I take care of you in every way…how does that sound? Too much for you?”

“It sounds wonderful for me-Professor,” you purred in response.

He wrapped an arm to help you up and carried you- legs around his waist.

. He then backed you over to his desk. He kept one by you- so close, so close. He took a hand and shoved aside the books and papers. It didn’t matter- now there was you. 

He pulled up your skirt. Desperately trying to find the zipper. Almost shaking in his long fingers. His erection seeping through his pants- he was so pent up.

“All that time. Wanting you. Feeling you near. Do you know how many nights I had to jerk off to imagine this- you! Seeing you- feeling you right there- my little beauty, angel, and siren at once.”

He shoved your dress off and down. Now in your bra and underwear. His hands went to under your straps- feeling them already- his bare flesh on your bare flesh. You were backed there.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you what?” he asked darkly.

“Th-thank you, Professor.”

He kissed you again. You were his little pet, his toy, his plaything. And you would please him- You held onto his shoulders. Grinding more into his body, He was still. Yet you heard his breaths, catching in his chest. He still remained clothed. 

Then in a rush, he gripped your bra.

“You won't need these- not with me.”

With a strength that made you gasp, He ripped your bra in half. He breasted so fast, panting like a beast. Looking down at your breasts.  Both large hands fondled them, moving them around. 

“Th-Thank you, Professor,” you whispered.

“But there’s one thing- one thing keeping me- from what I need” he growled.

He reached down, and in a second, he ripped your panties apart again in half. You gasped at the feeling. The cloth in two- uselessly falling apart.

“No bra- no panties when I see you -easier access- do you understand…I have a need for you, do you get it-”

“Yes- yes, sir.”

“Close- but not it. You forgot. And you’ll be punished.”

He turned you around, so your bare ass was shown. He immediately spanked you hard- it clapped around you. You let out a shout.

“It’s thank you-Professor.”

“Thank you Professor!” you cried out, feeling the sting. 

“And you will get it right!”

He spanked you again, harder. The momentum made you move against the desk, feeling your ass move with it. And feeling his greedy eyes all over your exposed skin.

“Th-Thank you, Professor!” you cried.

He pulled you back up but kept your back to his chest. He kissed your cheek, fondling you from behind, whispering in your ear.  

“If you don’t want another punishment-Tell me what I am-”

“You-you’re my-my-”

The words failed you. He leaned you down again and spanked you.

“You’re my professor!”

He spanked you again.

“Say it again- and say thank you-”

“Yes- yes- thank you, Professor…”

He grazed over you. Feeling you. You were catching your breath. Dripping so hard. He put his hands against your inner legs. 

“The more I do this- the more I see you, the more I’m with you, the more you- you torture me. I can’t stand it- I-I have to have you, Y/N- I have to, I have to-do you- do you want-”

You lightly turned your head over to see him and could have gasped. 

He unzipped his pants and lowered them. Already his cock was large and twitching. It leaked so much, that his precum made you shiver. It drizzled down and made a path down his leg. You clutched onto the desk, smiling and bracing yourself. 

“Yes- take me- take me on your desk, Professor…”

He smiled, and then his hand made you bend over it again. ‘

“Spread. Your. Legs.”

You were such a horny querying mess, he touched your legs so that they spread for him. Then finally, you felt him at your entrance, and inside. 

You let out a long groan- and so did he. As he got in - inch by inch. 

“Yes- yes all-ah!” you cried out as he got all of himself in you. 

He eased you in at first. Your legs again over. He gave a few gentle, experimental thrusts. It was slow, even sloppy. Each intrusion, poking you inside. You were making an appreciative groan. You ground your hips further against him. The room was hot and smelled thick with sex.

“There…you can take…take all your professor's cock, can you?” he growled.

“Yes-yes I can..”

He then made a sharp thrust inside and you cried out.

“Oh!”

He then experimented- hips rolling towards your ass. You let out sounds like you never heard yourself make. He then had a hand to keep you down. To keep you down And then he began to pick up. Slamming into you. Keeping you still, close, on him. 

“Nrg-nrgh- yes-there-fuck-there’s my-myfuck- good litlte student-nrgh-want to please me- hrng-begging-begging to-shit-yes-yes-darling-begging for me-”

You were moaning into it. Your body shakes forward and back from his thrusts. You felt yourself spiraling. Then he slowed. He leaned down and whispered into your ear. The pleasure was at a standstill, you caught your breath as you heard his hot voice right beside you.

“You have another order- cum only when I’m about to-cum when I tell you- yes?” he demanded

“Yes!”

“Yes, are you grateful!” He moved his hands to feel your arms. 

“I am- th-tahnk you, Pr-Professor.”

He went back up and began to thrust again. Slow- then medium. You let out those pornographic sounds out as he did.

“Fuck- what you do to me, darling,” he breathed out. 

He let out another gasp, his voice itching up in a groan and then back down. Then he slammed into you, letting out a loud voice. 

“Who is going to let you cum?  Who lets you cum when you’re a good girl?” he rasped. 

“My-my- fuck-professor will- will let me-cum-yes!

“Not yet- not yet-mine is-if-fuck, it’s building.-”

He spread your legs wide and entered you. Then he grabbed your hips. He began to pound into you. The desk shaking- the wall quivering. Slamming against that wall with a thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud. He whimpered your name. You clung onto it, your knuckles popping out of you.

“Yes-Yes you are-beautiful little student- you are-g-grateful- fuck.-tight-so tight- shit-”

He was so deep, just rutting into you. He was an animal. Pure fucking you into the desk You felt the itch of his suit- the deepness of it. The papers scrambling away- scratching you. The pure ecstasy of it.

“And” thrust “tell me-” thrust “tell me this”- thrust “darling-”

He laced a hand, it reached your folds. You let out a whimper. He dug around- two fingers in-already feeling you. God- you weren’t going to last. He wasn’t going to like it, but you weren’t going to last. You let out a whimper as you felt him inside you.

“What” thrust “ is it” thrust”- “what is it- good” thrust “good girls do- ”thrust

“They-they-they get to-to-to come, Professor-”

“Yes! Yes-you're at my-my limit-gods-gods- what you do to me-You’ve been good-so good- I can’t-I can’t-so cum, darling-”

He strummed you. And you let out another intense gasp. He was strumming you. His fingers making you more open, his cock in, out, in out. You felt it build- he played with your clit so much. Trying the right place, You felt it rise, but not there. And he kept thrusting. A frustration in his rasp.

“Yes- dammit- why won’t you now? Why won’t-won’t you cum?! Cum, dammit- cum- darling- fuck, fuck- god- yes, gods, I’m there…I’m getting there, cum, dammit- why won’t you cum…”

With a new fury, he pounded against you into the desk- the filthiest, most intense thing you felt. The pleasure building up you, going up, up about to be out of control. 

“I’m- I’m going to-I’m going to-I’m going to cum, professor I-I-I”

It would spiral up, yes, but you had yet to reach it. You ground your hips further, moving from his thrusts, as his fingers were there- finding you at the still of your high and just needing your brink.

“Yes- God, yes-cum, darling-I order you, your professor orders you-Yes- yes, cum, girl, dammit- do it, cum, darling- fuck, I’m about to- do it- CUM!” he deamnded like a yell.

With a last shout you cried- “PROFESSOR!” and you came.

Spiraling down from the pleasure. It broke into chills over you-your voice left you and yet your heart was racing. You could feel him gushing into you and yet you could also feel the cum from your own body between your legs, on his fingers.  He panted. He then moved you over. You saw his hair wild and arrayed. You moved it out of his face.

He looked at you with a sweet smile then took your hand and kissed it. He sat you down on a chair and took off his jacket- putting it over you like a cape. Then he went over and got you a glass of water from the pitcher. 

His voice had softened, he kept touching your face, checking for any accidental bruises or marks.

 “How are you? Are you…are you alright, Y/N? I didn’t go too…too-”

“You were perfect- it was perfect,” you replied with a smile. The water wasn’t super cold- but it was fresh. 

He let out a sigh of relief. He then cupped your cheek. 

“You should see yourself how I see you. You’re glowing. Absolutely glowing-I had only hoped you were…were happy with it…”

He looked down at the ruined bra and panties.

“I’ll buy you another…” he muttered in apology.

“Oh- an orgasm and dinner and new bra and panties? You spoil me rotten already!” you teased.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and then he helped you back to dressing. 

“Here-we could…go back to my place and order something. At this rate, it might get late. I’m not that good of a cook-I was hoping a restaurant would impress you. I hope you don’t mind…”

“How could I, Professor?” you added, taking your hand in his. 

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[lokiforever]

New teachers at School 🏫❤️

Pairing: Prof!Tom Hiddleston x Student!Reader

Summary: In a world where academia meets unexpected romance Y/N finds herself captivated by a brilliant and enigmatic professor, Tom Hiddleston. As they navigate through the complexities of academia, a deep connection begins to form between them, transcending the boundaries of student-teacher dynamics. Amidst the exhilarating lectures and intimate conversations, Y/N discovers facets of Tom's personality that extend far beyond his reputation as an esteemed professor. Together, they embark on a journey of self-discovery, challenging societal norms, and ultimately unraveling the delicate threads of their own hearts. Will they succumb to the forbidden allure of their connection, or will they choose to tread a path that defies all expectations? This fanfic delves into the emotional labyrinth of their evolving relationship, as the line between student and teacher blurs, and love ignites in the most unexpected of circumstances.

Series Masterlist

🏫❤️ Chapter 1

🏫❤️ Chapter 2

🏫❤️ Chapter 3

🏫❤️ Chapter 4

🏫❤️ Chapter 5

🏫❤️ Chapter 6

🏫❤️ Chapter 7

🏫❤️ Chapter 8

🏫❤️ Chapter 9

🏫❤️ Chapter 10

Taglist:

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#hiddlesarmy #professor hiddleston #professor hiddleston x reader #professor x student #tom hiddleston

[bewareofthecrazyperson]

Insufferable little minx

Summary: You and your professor don't really see eye to eye. Problem is, he's smoking hot. Tension is rising. What happens when you two meet in a completely different setting?

Warnings: Smutttttt , curse words.

Pairing: Prof!Tom Hiddleston x reader

When you're little, or just a teenager, a crush on a teacher tends to be quite harmless. It is something your friends tease you with and you get a bit flustered when the teachers talks to you. However, when you get older, attend university and sometimes teachers are a little closer to your age, or you know, you're legal and it isn't as strange anymore.. things tend to get more complicated. There is no innocence in it. Things become more tense rather quickly and before you know it, you're masturbating to your History of Science teacher.

Worse part is, you're quite certain that he hates you. You're a smart mouth, not afraid to show people around you who you are and that you are smarter than they are. Not in an arrogant way, but you're just confident. And there was that one moment where your professor challenged you, and being the confident person you are, you weren't afraid to show him just how much your knowledge reached. From that moment on you just knew he hated you. The way he would look at you. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes. Not the one he would have when he was passionately speaking about his subject, it was a different sparkle. Passionate hate. As if he couldn't wait to humiliate you right in front of the class. And while you were willing to lie down on his lap and have him spank your ass red, you were certain it was a different type of humiliation he had in mind.

Professor Hiddleston was a handsome man. His features, his glance, the way his pants seemed to accentuate quite a lot.. At least, you were able to use that in your fantasies. When he sat behind his desk, legs spread just a little. That man was able to use you for your body and you'd thank him.

But right now, you had to focus on whatever his lips were saying. He was speaking quite passionately about something, avoiding your glance it seemed. Whenever he asked a question about his subject, he would look around the classroom, arching an eyebrow when he glanced at you, before giving someone else a turn. He hadn't forgotten his encounter with you. Friday "I expect you all to choose a certain period in time, explain why you choose it and elaborate about it. Why is is important to you, and why was it important in time”, Tom.. professor Hiddleston stood up. His arms crossed in front of his chest while he eyed the packed classroom. "Minimum of 10 pages. At my desk next friday", and with that he turned around. "I expect you all to choose a certain period in time, explain why you choose it and elaborate about it. Why is it important to you, and why was it important in time”, Tom.. professor Hiddleston stood up. His arms crossed in front of his chest while he eyed the packed classroom. "Minimum of 10 pages. At my desk next friday", and with that he turned around.

Damn him and his perfect ass.

What was he saying? Something about an assignment. You nudged your friend next to you, asking her to repeat it. But before you could get a proper answer out of her, the professor was standing in front of you. If his pants would be any tighter.. You quickly glanced up, not wanting to stare at his crotch for too long. "I would love it if you'd not interrupt me (Y/N)", he arched an eyebrow. He was enjoying this. “Not everyone is as smart as you are”, the bastard. You rolled your eyes, having to bite your lip in order to keep quiet. The class seemed amused. Of course. Not wanting to cause a scene you just nodded, you were going to ask your friend later. What was it about him, he was sexy, his swagger.. his demeanor, you wanted to wipe that cocky smile off of his face, with your own lips.

When you were all dismissed, you'd talk to your friend, exchange some notes and she mentioned the assignment professor Hiddleston had talked about. Of course you had to daydream about his ass the moment he would mention something like that.

The day went smoothly after that. Pretty quickly to be honest. It was a Friday so fortunately for you, you were able to relax. No big schedule for school, and the only assignment you would focus on was that of professor Hiddleston. And that could wait till Sunday. After all you had the whole week to focus on it. This night was to wind down from the stress that your studies brought you, and what better way than to use alcohol and loud music.

You weren't sure why, but you went all out. Took a shower, shaved, curled your hair, put on your makeup. Heck your eyeliner was perfect, the red lips, the black dress. Everything was looking amazing. You were feeling gorgeous, no, you are gorgeous. You would attract so much attention. Professor Hiddleston would be on his knees if he saw you like this, you were certain. Not that you'd run into him. There would be plenty of handsome men you'd run into tonight. Tonight was not the night for a one-nightstand. Just for fun, your friends, and whatever the heck was going to happen.

It was cold. The leather jacket you were wearing slightly chill against of your skin. The black dress perfect clung to your skin. Your heels. Fuck why were you wearing heels again. You and some of your friends had chosen a bar that was quite well known around your fellow students. The place was packed, the coldness of outside immediately forgotten as you moved inside. Maneuvering inside around all the bodies before finding a spot where all of you could drink, dance, laugh.. maybe kiss a couple of people.

Three shots in and you were laughing your ass off. One of your friends was already kissing someone in the corner of the bar. You had been offered multiple drinks, some people had given you their numbers, yet somehow.. they weren't really interesting enough. Maybe the cocktail you were drinking would make things, people, more interesting to you. The night was becoming a blur. Time was passing quickly, your friends had left. Whether they were hooking up with someone, or they were tired. Either way, you were sitting on one of the barstools, nurturing your third cocktail. You were certain that if you'd have to walk home right now, it would take twice as long. The heels weren't going to be easy to walk on.

After turning down another person, you huffed, finishing your drink and straightening your back. However the man you had just turned down couldn't seem to accept the word no. He sat down next to you, hand on your lower back, toying around with the fabric. "Oh but you definitely should let me buy you a drink", you weren't certain what it was. But the man disgusted you. Or maybe it was the alcohol you had mixed together. All you knew was that you wanted him away, and you'd need some water to make sure you wouldn't be sick, or have a major headache the next morning. "No, please kindly fuck off", you heard a chuckle. Not from the man next to you, but behind you. "Doesn't she have a way with words", the man behind of you mentioned, such a familiar voice. It took you a while to realize, however before you could react, professor Hiddleston was sitting next to you.

"Oh fuck", you cursed, confused that he would even sit next to you now. However it made the other man go away and you were thankful for that. You weren't sober enough for this.. Why had you gotten yourself so many shots. There was water in front of you and you gulped it down rather quickly. Not questioning why it was in front of you. "The hell are you doing here", this wasn't the plan. He wasn't supposed to be here. Or was this all your imagination? "It is Friday, am I not allowed to have a drink and celebrate that it is weekend?" you just shrugged at that, looking down at your heels. Fuck they were high. And your dress was all the way to your thighs. No wonder there had been so many men around of you. You waved at the bartender, asking for another glass of water while fixing your dress.

"Let me rephrase", oh damn, how were you suddenly speaking so well again. The whole evening seemed like a blur, and now all of the sudden you were feeling quite clear. "Why are you next to me. I thought you hated me", ah.. so you weren't completely sober yet. Otherwise your brain would have stopped you from being so.. honest. Professor Hiddleston chuckled at that, he seemed way more sober than you were, damn him. Damn him and his.. shirt. Was he always this muscular? Honestly his pecks were showing through his shirt. "I do not hate you", he confessed, "however, you can be quite annoying. Very persistent, and very talented." Did the man just compliment you?

You were flabbergasted. This was fake. You would wake up in the next few seconds. Confused and frustrated. However when you bit down on your lip, harder than intended, you felt pain. Apparently this was real? "You have had too much to drink", when you turned to look at him again, the look in his eyes was different. There was that sparkle again in his eyes. The one he had whenever he was looking at you in class. The.. hatred. "Don't bite your lip like that", the professor seemed conflicted for a moment, "I see the way you look at me." Well fuck, you felt exposed. What was that. He had noticed the way you had looked at him. You wondered whether this was going to be a conversation about appropriate behavior in the classroom.

Well fuck, you weren't in the mood for that. You finished the glass of water and magically managed to stand on your heels and turn around. If he didn't hate you, like he claimed, he would for sure hate you now for leaving him like this. "I'm sorry", you mumbled, wobbling your way to the exit. Shit where was your jacket. It was freezing outside. No way you were going to go inside now, facing your professor again after he called you out like that. You heard his words in your head again, I see the way you look at me, fuck. How were you ever able to go to his class? You were panicking. Nerves in your stomach making you regret that you had taken multiple shots. You felt like throwing up. Felt like taking off your heels and run. However you'd cut your feet open on the broken glass on the ground, or slip and break something.

"Walk with me", a warm fabric moved around of your shoulders. This wasn't your jacket. The professor had his hand on your back, guiding you towards the parking lot. "I do not mean to be inappropriate", you panicked, still, yet let him guide you to his car. "We are way passed that dear", fuckfuckfuck. Professor Hiddleston drove off, heading somewhere you were unfamiliar with. "What is happening?" you put your seatbelt on, moving your hands up towards the fabric that was around your shoulders, keeping you warm. When you glanced at your professor you realized he had his coat around of you. "I have had enough of your behavior in class, and then you dare showing up in such a dress. Gaining the attention of every person inside of that bar. Ignoring me like you aren't undressing me with your eyes every class we have?" he glanced at you, his jaw set, knuckles clenching the wheel. "You show up to class, cleavage visible, sometimes not even wearing a bra. Getting me worked up and leaving me frustrated after every lecture", OH. Oh this was going a complete different direction. One you had not seen coming.

The drive was tense. There sexual tension in the air thick. You kept on clenching your legs together. Fuck you were wet already. The man hadn't even touched you, or promised to touch you. His voice, his words already had such a reaction on you. You worried you'd need to keep a water bottle nearby if he would touch you.

When the car came to a stop, the professor turned to you. Seatbelt still on. "If you do not want this. We can drive to your home and pretend like this has never happened", he offered. You blinked, dumbfounded, as if you had not heard him right. "I", why were you questioning yourself? Why were you even thinking about this. You had wanted this for so long. Wanted to feel how his hands would feel on your bare skin. How his lips felt on your skin. How he would look like, while having his release. Shit. "Please, stop biting your lip. I can't help myself any longer", he pleaded, yet you put any doubt aside, leaning over and grabbing his face so you could finally kiss him. Taste him. Feel the passion of the man that had haunted so many dreams of yours.

The seatbelt, that fucking seatbelt, was in the way. You moved your hips, trying to get closer but you couldn't. His hands, damn his hands, were on your hips, squeezing your skin as he continued to kiss you. Soon there was tongue. He was eager, you could tell. The way he was elevated from his seat, pulling you closer as his tongue evaded your mouth.

He was quick to push you back. Everything was going so fast. Your cheeks were red, pulse elevated, and your panties were soaked.

The way from the car to his house was a mess of lingering touches. Lips finding yours, whispers being said. You struggled walking, damn heels, but the professor was clever enough, lifting you until you were inside. With the door closed and having full privacy inside of his house, there was nothing holding you back, nor him. Your heels were the first item he pulled off of you, hands sliding along your legs, teasing along the edge of your dress before he pulled you against him. "Been thinking about you for so long", he admitted, lips on your neck. "Professor", you whispered, hands on his shoulders, squeezing as you glided your hands along of his body. Trying to memorize every part of his skin. As if he would put it to the test later. "Fuck you for calling me professor like it doesn't turn you on just to say it", you moaned, not sure why, whether it was frustration or just the pleasure of him touching you. "Please just touch me", you whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and inching it towards your upper leg.

He was so conflicted. Probably thinking of a clever remark of some sorts. Yet your skin was distracting, your scent.. the way your voice trembled. How could he deny you. There would be plenty of times to take things easy. Now, the professor, or, Tom, did not want to waste any second. He hitched your dress up, lips moving down towards your shoulder. His slender fingers moved carefully along of your panties. He moaned, you were so ready for him already. "You little minx", he didn't mean it as an insult, however he couldn't help himself. The temptation too much. Tom inched you panties aside, fingers moving along your slit and soon enough he was coated with your juices. And instead of touching you right where you wanted him to, he moved his fingers up towards his mouth. Tasting you. The sigh was unholy. Yet awakened the fire inside you even more.

"You're insufferable", moving so you could kiss him again, ushering away his hands so he had to hold onto your hips again. You on the other hand moved to open his pants. Ridding him his jeans rather quickly so you could stroke him through his boxers. Lips clashed together again, tongue against tongue, dancing for dominance which Tom rather quickly claimed. He ripped your panties off of you, hand in-between of your legs so he could finally touch you were you needed him the most. His thumb circling the sensitive nub between of your legs rather urgently. "Need.. you", heck you hadn't even reached the house, still inside of his hallway. But fuck it, you'd fuck him right here.

You pushed his boxers down, freeing him from the contraption. One of your hands wrapped eagerly around of his shaft. Apparently he was just as eager as you were.

Tom pushed you against of the wall, knee in-between of your legs as he claimed your mouth again. Your dress was hitched up around your belly, yet you were only focused on him. The professor, your professor. Touching you in all the right ways. "Please", you begged, arching your back so you could be closer to him. "If only you were so obedient in class", he chuckled, aligning himself up against of your entrance, looking you in the eyes as he slowly inched himself inside of you. "Fuu-..", he quickly shut you up, lips eagerly pressed against of yours again while he fucked you.

God he felt amazing. The way he filled you up just right. Touching all the right places. You moved your arms around of his neck, Tom held you up against of the wall. He pulled you up against of the wall. Holding you up higher as you wrapped your arms around of him tightly. His thrusts were eager, hard, hips snapping upwards rather quickly. Your moans were an endless song that kept him going, muffled by his own noises while he kissed you. "You're going to be my good little student?" he pulled back, admiring you. Pinned against the wall, taking his cock so well. You couldn't answer, especially when his thumb moved in-between your legs again, circling your sensitive bundle. You chanted a bunch of curses, some fucks, incoherent stuff as you tried to make it clear that you were close to your release.

It felt like he had just entered you. As if you were fucking for just a few seconds. But already you were so close. Tom himself quickened his thrusts. Really pinning you between him and the wall. All you could sense was him holding you, his thrusts, the way he lips touched every part of your neck, sucking, moaning, his thumb eagerly pressing against of your clit while he one of his paintings pricked against your neck. "I-", you couldn't find your voice, the climax overtaking you so harshly that you arched your back, put the back of your head against of the wall and clenched around of him. That seemed to get a reaction out of him, his head snapping back so he could watch you come undone. Only to chase his own release, fucking you harshly until his pace faltered and he too found his release.

You needed a moment, slowly pushing your head against of Tom's as he hid his face in your neck. Both needing to catch your breath. You weren't sure how long you both stood there, but you became painfully aware of the ache in your back in your legs. This was long overdue.

Tom slowly pulled himself out of you, already missing your warmth. He held you, putting your feet back onto the ground. You weren't stable, however this time not because you were wearing heels.. or because of the alcohol. Your mind was as clear as could be. You had completely sobered up. However, "can I have some water?" you managed, hand holding onto his shoulder while you looked down at the mess that had been made. Whatever neighbors the professor had, they were surely filing a complaint after the noises they had made.

@little-diable this one is for you. I truly hope I wrote down what you had in mind.

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[veraashh]

Gum (Tom)

been reading some prof!tom lately.

PAIRING: Prof!Tom x Reader

SUMMARY: Maybe chewing gum is not such a bad idea.

reblogs/feedbacks/likes are much appreciated and highly encouraged. DO NOT REPOST/STEAL MY WORK. :<

WARNINGS: depictions of chewing gum, reader is a tired college senior, real person fiction, age gap (tom is 40, y/n is 20's), SFW-ish, implied smut?, minor Dom/Sub dynamics?, sorry for typos or grammar mistakes English isn't my first language. ~any other warnings not mentioned~

WORDS: 580~

You were trying your best to not fall asleep during his lectures. It's only 7pm and you already feel tired. You've been infront of your computer screen since this morning. Only leaving for small breaks inbetween classes.

Online classes are fine for the most part but your university mandated to keep your cameras open to simulate some normalcy. Other than that you couldn't really complain much.

You reach for your gum near your monitor. Sneakily, you pop it into your mouth. You chew and the movement of your jaw already helping.

You wouldn't have this class on your senior year of college if it weren't for the mix up in the loading of your subjects freshman year. However, you don't really mind since a certain blue eyed enthusiastic professor is teaching your missed class.

Professor Tom Hiddleston, his blue eyes sparkle as he goes on and on about the lecture, a love for literature you both shared.

As you absentmindedly chewed your gum, staring at his video instead of the prepared presentation, a loud clearing of throat pulls you from your reverie.

It came from him. You straighten up in your seat, when you unconsciously leaned over your desk, daydreaming about your professor.

He clears his throat once again. "Miss Y/L/N?" Your eyes widened, moving your mouse to unmute only to notice it already unmuted. You feel all the blood rush up your head as embarrassment washes over you.

Panicking inwardly as you think about how loud were you chewing or sighing, worse maybe mumbling something. It seems like you blacked out the last few minutes.

"Did you have something to add?" He asks, a playful smirk on his lips. You quickly shake your head. "No, sir." You mute yourself, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, as much as I love to hear all of you. I would appreciate it if you keep your mics on mute during the lecture and reserve your questions right after." The whole class sends affirming messages on the chatbox. If only the ground could swallow you now, you'd gladly let it.

"Thank you so much, class." There was pause, a thought flashing through his eyes. He opens his mouth only to close it again. But he chooses to let the idea out.

"Oh, before we have a short break. Miss Y/L/N?" He calls out to you again. Butterflies swarm your stomach with haste, heart beating out of your chest.

"Will you spit or swallow?" He says, your jaw almost dropped but the glint of his eyes was different. It excited you. You bite your lip before opening your mic.

"Swallow, sir." You smirked and swallowed your gum. He smiles, chuckling to himself.

"Good girl." He whispers, if you weren't listening well you would've missed it. "Right, thank you. We'll be taking a short break, be back in 15 minutes." With that your classmates left, faces shocked at what just happened.

When it was only the two of you left in the meeting, he speaks up. "Do you have other plans for tonight?" He smiles, your legs pressing together at his sultry voice.

You take a second to think, to try and tease him. "I don't think so..." He laughs softly.

"Dinner?" He asks, a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. A one word question that's making you think there's something more instore with the way the words played on his tongue.

"Would love to, sir."

thank you so much for reading :>

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[writingjusttowrite8]

Masterlist

You can locate my Masterlist page here. 

Here is my Archive of Our Own page.

Series:

Warmth - Tom Hiddleston (In Progress) | AO3

“Even when we’re together in different cities, your hotel room seems… warmer.” He said. I passed him a glass of rum and coke and made one for me as well. “Have you ever considered that it’s me that’s warmer, and not the actual place we’re in?” I asked facetiously, before taking a drink. “I have.” He said, smiling at me before he took a drink. I smiled back at him, but then looked down an furrowed my eyebrows, trying to cover how much that made my heart jump.

Chapter One: Just a Girl, Sitting on a Table

Chapter Two: The One Who’s Staring

Chapter Three: Getting the Hang of It

Chapter Four: I Can Do This, You Won’t

Chapter Five: But It’s Not

Chapter Six: Indeed, Lucky Me

Chapter Seven: The Last Tear

Chapter Eight: Leaving Me With the Hounds

Chapter Nine: Heaviness in My Heart

Chapter Ten: Just ‘Being Nice’

Chapter Eleven: Not to Tarnish Its Beauty

Chapter Twelve: Otherwise Occupied

Golden - Professor!Loki (In Progress) | AO3

“I’m Aurelia,” I said. He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he gently pressed his lips to my knuckles. I small gasp escaped my lips when he did.“That’s quite an unusual name, but it suits you. You are indeed golden,” He said. I bit my lip from smiling too hard. No one ever knew what my name meant, so him knowing made me much happier than it should have.

Chapter One: Unusual Name

Chapter Two: Eccentric, Old-Aged Nonsense

Chapter Three: A-Minus Work

Chapter Four: It Looked Like Rage

Chapter Five: Different Than Yours

Chapter Six: Satisfaction Brought It Back

One Shots:

Perks of Being Friends With a Frost Giant | AO3

“"I can’t sleep in this heat, and it looks like you can’t either. I just wanted to rant to somebody who understood or, at the very least, do something to distract from how hot it is,” I said. He cocked his eyebrow at me, amused.

“What did you have in mind for a distraction?” he questioned, all sense of aggravation lost, and now replaced with humor. I did roll my eyes this time, and blushed. What a poor choice of words, Rosie.“”

Keeping Warm | AO3

“It’s warmer near me, you know,” Tom whispered. I bit my lip, refusing to turn over.“I didn’t know how close you wanted me to get,” I said.“Oh don’t be daft,” I felt his arm grab onto my waist and pull me over towards the center of the bed; to his body. “You’ll get warmer quicker.”

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[clemanime]

Tell Me

“I accidentally emailed my smut fanfiction to my professor.” Prof!Tom Hiddleston

WARNING: Smut and Tom. You’ve been warned. Mention of Loki also.

Word Count: 1783

(Sorry for taking forever. I’ve been busy. Ya know the Holidays, family, crippling depression, and Alex have all been distracting me.)

@dangerousvikings

You were typing away on your laptop, your eyes giving up on you just when you were about finished. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, before saving the paper. You went to your e-mail and pulled up your Professors name, attaching the document and sending it off. You stretched and got up from your chair, closing your laptop and flopped on your bed, ignoring the covers and just falling asleep.

You woke up to the sound of knocking on your door. “This better be good!” You yelled as you turned over to face the door.

“There’s breakfast. You should eat being that it’s almost noon.” Your roommate said, peeking into your room. “Did you finish that paper?”

“Yeah I sent it even though it was only the rough draft.” You mumbled, putting your face in your pillow again.

“I’ll read it to make sure it’s not complete crap.” Your roommate walked over to your laptop and turned it on, looking through it before finding the e-mail. She opened the attachment and started reading. You were on the verge of going back to sleep but you were woken up again. “Uh.. Y/n this isn’t your paper.”

“What do you mean?” You grumbled. “I sent it to him so it has to be.”

“No.. Y/n you don’t understand this is a Loki Fanfiction.” You shook your head, thinking she was talking known sense but then it stuck you. You shot up and rushed to your computer, gasping when you saw a certain part that you remembered vividly writing. “You accidentally sent your professor a fanfiction.”

“I accidentally sent my smut fanfiction to my professor.” You corrected. It didn’t register until you realized that he was going to read it and probably fail you. “I sent smut to my professor!” You started freaking out, pacing and talking to yourself. “I’ve gotta run away. I’ve gotta change my name and get face reconstruction. I’m a dead person. I can’t show my face in class today.” You looked at your roommate as she stared at you. “Help me.”

“Okay. Just send the right file and pretend nothing happened.” She said, going towards your laptop. She opened the document and renamed it, composing a new message and sending it to your professor. “Now act like nothing happened. What’s the worse that could happen?”

“I g-”

“Don’t answer that question.” She said. “Now get ready for class.”

“Alright.” You nodded and got ready, leaving as soon as you were finished.

You walked into the classroom and your Professor was sitting behind his desk, staring at his laptop as he read something. His expression was hard to read but his eyes said it all, he was reading what you turned in. You sat in your seat and stared at your hands, biting your bottom lip. The last student walked in and Professor H walked closed the door. “Good morning class.” He said, leaning against his desk. “Today is going to be short.” He cleared his throat and looked around his eyes landing on your for a minute before he spoke. “I’ve received your essays and I’ve already graded them. Some of you did great and others... surprised me.” He stood up straight and went to the board and got started.

You were sure that he was going to fail you because of that. You would fail and would probably never show your face to him again. You sighed and just let the class continue.

When the lecture was over you were going to just leave and never show up again but you didn’t go unnoticed. “Ms. Y/n.” Professor H said as everyone else exited. “Stay for a minute I’d like to speak with you.” He sat behind his desk and pulled up your essay. “I’d like to know what this is.”

“Uh..” You felt your cheeks heating from embarrassment. “Well it’s.. something.”

“Something.” He agreed. “But it’s not the essay.”

“I sent you the actual essay this morning.” You said quickly.

“I know and I also read it.” He nodded. “But this.. is inappropriate and shouldn’t be sent to teachers.” He faced you watching you as he slowly nodded. “But I would be lying if I say I wasn’t entertained. You’re very creative Y/n.” He stood up and walked towards you. “Where did you get this creativity?”

“Sh-should we be talking about this?”

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” He leaned against his desk with you standing in front of him.

“Well.. no you haven’t.” You spoke nervously, your eyes on everything but him.

“Have I made you nervous then?” He stood again, his body centimeters from yours.

“You could say that.” You breathed out.

Professor Hiddleston placed his hand on your waist, staring down at you and waiting for your reaction. He’d let you go if you wanted to leave, it would pain him but he wouldn’t force you. “Reading that story of yours turn me on.” He whispered as he licked his lips. Your breath caught and your looked up at him, your body moving closer to his. He turned the two of you around, pressing you against his desk. “Have you really thought of doing those things with Loki?”

“Um..” You bit your bottom lip, looking around again.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin. “Tell me the truth. Did you really want a fictional character to bend you over his lap and spank you? Pull your hair and fuck your senseless?” He leaned in as he spoke, his lips pressing against your ear. He nibbled on it a little, enjoying the whimper that escaped your lips. “Tell me what you want me to do to you Y/N.” He moved his hands from the side of you towards your waist, slowly licking up your neck. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support, closing your eyes. “I won’t do anything unless you say so.” You moved your hand to the back of his neck, looking into his eyes.

“I-I want you to..” You bit your bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me senseless.” He smirked and chuckled.

“You’re really adorable when you’re nervous.” He moved his hand to your neck, lightly squeezing it. You kissed him out of a burst of confidence, biting his bottom lip. He pushed you back by your next and growled, staring at you. “Where did that come from?”

“I-I don’t know.” You felt a small pull in your stomach when he backed away from you.

“Take it off.” You looked at the opened door behind you and then at him. He looked back at it and smirked. “You think we’ll get caught?” He stepped towards you and grabbed the him on your shirt, pushing it up and kneeling down. Your professor kissed your stomach as he unbuttoned your shorts, pulling your underwear down as he took it off. “You might not have noticed that I’ve developed something of a.. crush for you.” He kissed your inner thigh. “But you know the whole policy about sleeping with students.” He stood up straight and undid his pants. “I’m all about foreplay but.. you made me really needy.”

He undid his own jeans and shoved his pulsing member inside of you, hissing at the tight fit. “Fuck.” You whimpered, spreading your legs wider.

“Maybe you’re not a good girl after all.” He chuckled.

“I-I didn’t expect that.” You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes. He grabbed your wrists and pushed you down, pinning your arms down against the desk. “Professor Hiddleston.”

“Please call me Tom.” He slowly thrust his hips, watching your expression. He chuckled as you bit your bottom lip, keeping your moans in. He picked up the pace, enjoying the sweet cry coming from you. “That’s it baby girl.”

You writhed under him your toes curling as he hit your sweet spot. “Shit!” You gasped. “T-Tom.”

“You gonna cum?” He asked, going faster.

“Y-yes.” You whimpered.

“Cum for me. Let go baby girl. Come on scream my name.” His thrusts became rough as he felt you tighten around him. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you right now.”

“T-Tom!” You shivered as the coil in your belly tightened then released, your walls pulsating around him. He pulled out, stopping himself from spilling inside of you. You sighed and sat up, looking at him. “Y-you didn’t f-” He pulled his pants up quickly and handed your pants to you. You quickly put them on and rushed under the desk when you heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. He quickly sat down at the desk with his dick still out.

Another student walked in with a small smile on his face. “Hey Professor H do you think you can tell me where I can find the Dean?” He questioned.

You looked at Tom’s dick and bit your bottom lip, staring at his dick. You reached out and grabbed it, making him visibly jump. “Uh..” He cleared his throat when he felt something warm and wet wrap around him. “You’ll have t-to leave this building and go to the..” He trailed off as you slowly licked from his base to his tip. “Sorry I’m losing my train of thought.”

“No it’s fine take your time.” The student said with a chuckle. “So I’ll leave this building.”

You pushed your head farther so he reached the back of your throat. He slumped down a little farther in his chair and scratched his eye. “Yeah you’d leave this building and.. and uh.. go towards Mason Hall.” He tapped his fingers on the desk and tried his best to keep a poker face but it was failing him. You were pushing him over the edge within seconds. “He.. he’s gonna be on th-” He let out a groan, holding his side in the process so it didn’t look too suspicious. He had released in your mouth, catching you by surprise. You let him go and some of the cum got on your face as you swallowed.

“Are you alright Professor?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yeah I’m alright.” Tom said quickly. “The Dean is gonna be on the third floor.”

“Alright thanks Professor H.” The student said with a nod. “Feel better.” He walked out and shut the door behind him. Tom moved from the desk and stared at you, his eyes wide.

“Did you just swallow?” Tom leaned his head to the side.

“Was I not supposed to?”

“I asked because you got some on your face.” He handed you a piece of tissue with a smile. But you already wiped it off and pushed your finger into your mouth.. “I think I want to marry you now.”

#mia2kwritingchallenge #tom hiddleston #tom smut #tom x reader #Prof!Tom #prompt #smut #tom Hiddleston x reader smut #other masterlist #masterlist #Tom Hiddleston x reader

[starfirette]

monthly shout out

April 2022

I don't know why I ever stopped doing these! I've hit a big milestone and I'm pretty psyched over it! I definitely want to start doing these again, so why not start right now? This month I bring some new fic Recs and blog Recs; majority of my March/April obsessions have been revolving around Moonknight specifically Steven Grant so that's why most of these are Steven Grant related ❤️ Next month will bring more new recs, hopefully much much more! If you have any recs you'd like to share, hit up my inbox so we can spread some love for content creators

Fic Recs:

Not Allowed, by @virginburial. Steven Grant x Fem reader, smutty and cute! 18+

Desirous, by @inklore. Another Steven Grant smut fic, wherein you teach Steven how to do things ;) 18+

Chocolate, by @laters-gators. Steven Grant x fem reader. A truly sensational concept and I just. I love it. Fluffy and smutty. 18+

Guiding You To Me, by @raelwrites. THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. This is the best soulmate au I have ever written. This particular fic is for Steven Grant and Marc Spector. But there's another version for Matt Murdock. It's so so good. It could make a best selling novel. I assure you that by reading this fic, you'll have daydream fuel for the next week.

Love The Way You Squirm, by @levi-heichous. Prof Levi x Student Reader smut, what more can I say. 18+

Blog Recs:

@oswildin @raelwrites & @polaroidpetal | I followed these blogs for the wonderful Moonknight fics I found there!

@laufeyamp | SO MUCH CONTENT for Loki and a few other Tom Hiddleston characters!!!!

@his-shinigami-eyes | Edward Cullen content is scarce. This is the safe haven for an Edward Cullen stan

@jangofctts & @thefact0rygirl | the Din and Boba content here is enough to keep me going for the rest of the decade

@dazaiscum and @chuuyasboots | Bungou Stray Dogs content, enough said, especially for Dazai

@f4irycafe | content for ACOTAR and SNK! A one in a million chance blog

@darling-i-read-it | WRITES FOR CHRSTIAN BALE BATMAN AHH

My badass mutuals:

For whom would I be without

The fellow mutuals I love to talk about?

@interwebseriesfan24 @themojobro @zhellas @mini-ranger @klaudialaill @floral-and-fine @zeldasayer @riddikulus-obsessions @preciouspattinson @running-with-the-devil @oyasumimosura

I couldn't do any of this without the unrelenting support and love I get from everyone, my mutuals EXPLICITLY included. I hope everyone looks forward to reading the bountiful requests you all sent in!

#monthly shout out #April 2022 #starfirette speaks #fic rec #blog rec #my badass mutuals

[professorrw]

Marvel Masterlist

The masterlist to all my Marvel works including actors (one-shots, full fics, headcanons, etc.)

Ones with * around them have smut!

Headcanons

Being the Mom Friend (Avengers x Reader)

Dip-Dying Your Hair Red (Avengers x Reader)

One-Shots

Pie (Thor x Reader)

Late Night Pancakes (Thor x Reader)

*Dad’s Need Massages Too (Thor x Reader)*

Headcanons

Becoming a Parent

*Seven Minutes in Heaven*

Full Stories

*To Have a Heart (Loki x Reader)* Masterlist

One-Shots

*Mistakes (Loki x Reader)*

Morning Cuddles (Loki x Reader

*Beggar (Loki x Reader)*

*The First Night at New Asgard (Loki x Reader)*

*Tease (Prof!Loki x Reader)*

*Home Again (Loki x Reader)*

Dance Battle (Loki x Reader)

*The Grandmaster’s Favorite (Loki x Reader)*

*Accidently Calling Loki ‘Daddy’ (Loki x Reader)*

Open Your Eyes (Loki x Reader)

*Bow Down (Sub!Loki x Dom!Reader)*

Headcanons

Dance the Night Away (Loki x Reader)

Becoming a Parent

Tom Hiddleston

*Killing me Softly (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)*

One-Shots

Sleepover (Scott Lang x Reader)

*Stress Relief (Scott Lang x Reader)*

*Dominant (Scott Lang x Reader)*

One-Shots

*Discoveries (Vision x Reader)*

One-Shots

*Conserve the Water (Sam Wilson x Reader)*

Undeniable Feelings (Sam Wilson x Reader)

*Something Different (Sam Wilson x Reader)*

Headcanons

Becoming a Parent

*Lazy Days (Zemo x Bucky x Sam x Reader)*

One-Shots

I’ll Protect You (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Swimming Lessons (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

*Compromise (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)*

Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Ex-Girlfriend (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

*Dating App (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)*

Headcanons

*Seven Minutes in Heaven*

One-Shots

*Insecurities (Clint Barton x Reader)*

Headcanons

Becoming a Parent

One-Shots

*Baby Fever (Peter Quill x Reader)*

*Baby Fever Pt. 2 (Peter Quill x Reader)*

*Wonderful Tonight (Peter Quill x Reader)*

*Don’t Fake It (Peter Quill x Reader)*

One-Shots

Study Break (Peter Parker x Reader)

Quip Workshop (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pool Party (Peter Parker x Reader)

One-Shots

Bedridden (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

The New Recruit (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

*Jealous Wanda (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)*

*Truth or Dare (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)*

HYDRA Surgeon (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

*Seven Minutes In Heaven (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)*

One-Shots

Life’s Unfair (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Leave a Light On (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Getting Used to the Twenty-First Century (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Headcanons

Becoming a Parent

You Can Set My Heart on Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*Lazy Days (Zemo x Bucky x Sam x Reader)*

One-Shots

*Disobeying the Captain (Steve Rogers x Reader)*

Princess of Vanaheim (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Safe House (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pregnant on the Subway (Steve Rogers x Reader)

*Paris (Steve Rogers x Reader x Tony Stark)*

Getting Used to the Twenty-First Century (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Little Rogers (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Father Figure (Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Headcanons

*4th of July W/DILF!Steve (DILF! Steve Rogers x Reader)*

Becoming a Parent

Drunken Stupor (Steve Rogers x Reader)

*Seven Minutes in Heaven*

Chris Evans

*Returning Hookup (Chris Evans x Reader)*

Interrupting Online Classes (Chris Evans x Reader)

One-Shots

*Science Bros (Tony Stark x Reader x Bruce Banner)*

*Paris (Tony Stark x Reader x Steve Rogers)*

*Walls Could Talk (Tony Stark x Reader)*

Headcanons

Becoming a Parent

*Seven Minutes in Heaven*

One-Shots

*Science Bros (Tony Stark x Reader x Bruce Banner)*

A Red Carpet Event (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Headcanons

*Lazy Days (Zemo x Bucky x Sam x Reader)*

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[thehiddlestonsbitch]

Yes, sir...

Prof!Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader 

smut 

contains: professor kink, public sex, degrading, rough sex, ‘good girl’, slight breeding kink, hickeys, prolonged cumming, fingering (fem), Dom!Tom Hiddleston, Sub!Reader, domination, suit kink, sir kink.

If you are not comfortable with any of these, do not read!!

AN: not going to lie, really liked writing this one...

Enjoy reading ;) 

It was a dull, warm-grey day within the depths of Southern England. Originally from the North, she found herself travelling to the South to attend her dream university. Y/N walked within the busy streets of Cambridge. As a student attending Cambridge University, days usually tend to drag out, accept from certain days. During her time at Cambridge, she found herself enrolling in Mr. Hiddleston's English Literature Classes, from the first eager step she took towards the lecture hall until this current day, there is not one single moment that her Professor does not cross her mind. Currently, focusing on her original subjects that she too enrolled in, they all seem to disappear through the constant flow of the river of thoughts and only one becoming apparent, his class. The time came up to 2:30, having to be in his personal lecture all in 15 minuets, Y/N walked through the calm pathways in front of her soon reaching the doors of Cambridge University, she walked down the corridors and up those 2 flight of stairs that seem too familiar, despite going to his class for 2 weeks, Y/N reached this shiny oak door with the number 'Room 23' marked on it. As she grasped the door handle with her right hand, with her computer bag settled within her left, she locked on to way familiar, pigmented baby blue eyes. Mr. Hiddleston already setting up for his 15 minuet lecture then leading on to the hour and a half lesson he had planned for today. Y/N walked in shyly, her innocent blue orbs already clashing with his lusty, yet innocent eyes, never leaving each other's gaze which seemed to linger a little bit too long than intended. When she looked up she was faced with an abandoned lecture hall, she was one to be early but there was always at least a few people dotted around the classroom. Then the realisation hit the clueless girl, she was all alone in a room with the professor that she had a crush on...

(Y/N'S POV) Taking your place on the front row, still feeling his eyes ponder on you like daggers stabbing you through the back of your head, you hadn't spoke a word, only an exchanged nod towards the older male. Until he finally broke the uncomfortable and awkward silence. "Miss Spencer, right?" You were shook, confused, bewildered, disorientated, muddled. Complete embarrassment starting to creep upon your face along with a hint on anxiety, such the perfect pair in this situation. All your thoughts pondering constantly, just coming to your head in such a fast pace, comprehending was out of the window. The only thing you could reply with was a muffled "mhh" and a quick nod. Not wanting to look up at the professor inching closer to you, now only standing a few metres away. Not wanting him to get too close because of the crippling fear of your rosy cheeks, those rosy cheeks could portray your innermost thoughts. There was that banging silence again, it lingered throughout the room for a couple minutes until his thick Scottish accent arose again, "you joined this class, about 2 weeks ago. And due to your information, on my computer, you have been going here for 2 years, why now take up English Literature?" It was a question that was never really thought about, why had this class seem so enticing for you to enrol? There was no intentions beforehand so why suddenly change. The quickest answer that pondered through her mind was spoken without a trace of thought, "I was just looking for something new" finally looking up to see the man right before her, in all his glory. Now you finally realised what he was wearing. A White T-Shirt hidden underneath a crème blazer, which now lies on the vacant seat next to you, Professor Hiddleston in suits were just so seductive, etching every curve of his body. From the multiple curves down to the showing abdominals and black dress pants that always shows off his perfectly rounded arse, and the front of him leaving nothing to imagination. And these clothes accompanied with very polished shoes that were always a signal from when he was coming your way. With him being so close the smell of his cologne filled your senses, the fresh sense of pine and oak, making you feel more relaxed. Mr. Hiddleston had those secluded and seducing blue eyes, ones that could take you away for a lifetime in the sea of lust. The short stubble on his chin made his jawline look even more sharp. He had soft chestnut hair, colour coordinating with his eyes, and his lips, lips you wish to kiss, lips you wish would devour every inch of your body until your left shaking. Your head shouldn't be occupied with these thoughts, but soon again interrupted by that sexy British voice of his speaking, "How come you came so early? The lecture doesn't start for another hour, Miss Spencer" wait, what did he mean. It's starting at 2:45, and it's 2:40 now? "I don't understand what you mean professor" a muttered question you gave toward him, had you got the time wrong? "Please, call me Tom. And I sent an email this morning, confirming that the lecture should take place at 3:45 instead of 2:45 because I had not planned out the homework to set" you quickly turned on your laptop, typed in the password, rushed to double click on your email and you saw it. Right there. Stating exactly the words that came out of them lips. You felt all the panic settling in, now all you could think about is getting out of this lecture hall, you could not be in here one more anxiety passing moment. "I'm so sorry, Tom, I seem to have no checked my emails this morning. I shall come back in an hours time. I'm so sorry for disturbing you" (3rd Person) Y/N, overwhelmed with discomfort settled her laptop back within her bag, sealed it then got up. Ready to leave. Until a firm grip settles just on her left shoulder. Looking up at her professor, confused, he drags out his words as he says "I know how you look at me, Y/N" the sound of her name coming from his lustrous tone made her freeze, a coil already starting form in the bottom of her stomach but nothing has happened yet. Who know her name could sound so sultry, so sexy, so captivating. She look at him with pure innocence, innocence that is awaiting too be corrupted by the man towering over her, his lenient form taking her gaze from anywhere else within the auditorium, following on from his sentence. He spoke again "I see the little glances towards me, how your eyes caress every part of me. You want me, don't you? Careful how you may respond little one, because you could become my very good girl if you wanted to be" he wraps his hand around the back of her neck, edging her to say yes to his little ordeal. (Y/N'S POV) All you could do is lightly gasp at the dream of being his good girl. Ever since the day you walked in and saw him, standing there welcoming you and other new comers to the class, you wanted, no needed him. And he's saying that he wants you. And with class meant to be in another hour or so he may make a move. You slowly nod your head, feeling the adrenaline rush go through you as the lips you dreamt pleasuring you finally touch your own. A firm grip still held on the back of your neck as you were moulded in to him, as the other hand slowly traces round your body. Your professor familiarising himself with every inch of your skin. Suddenly, without the realisation, his grasp tightened even more whilst her feet were lifted off the ground and thighs wrapping around his muscular form and back smacked against the cold, oak wood of the nearest desk. His swollen, pink lips travelled down from her mouth, landing on her pulse point on her neck, the place that makes her go wild and ecstatic once his warm mouth starts to suck on that sensitive spot, marking her up as his own personal whore. The silence broke with his muffled groan that sounded like pure sex to your ears. His slight stubble grazing across the sensitive skin on her neck adding to her constant bliss and euphoria. His rough hands gliding over her short skirt, grazing against her thighs that were displayed on the desk. Professor Hiddleston made his way back up to her ear, licking, marking, biting his way up until the lobe of her ear hit is greedy lips and in a sultry tone a small whisper came out his lips, "your mine now, slut." As if your cheeks were not already red enough, your whole face was covered in the embarrassing heat that matched the pool dampening in your black, lacey thong. This whole situation just spurred you on more, every inch of his long, dexterous fingers caressing her, until they become more animalistic touches and grabs to her fragile body. He finally reached the spot where you need him the most "prof-" you started to moan, but it was interrupted by a sharp smack on your thigh making you yelp, "you are to call me by sir, do you understand me, my little pathetic cum slut? I bet you want nothing more than for me to shove my cock in between those beautiful thighs of yours and fuck you until you see stars, and remember nothing but my name falling from your precious lips." His thick, husky British accent rang through your ears, you just dreamed of only hearing that voice constantly. As you were in a haze, you got snapped out of it because you heard the metal of his belt coming un done and the ruffles of his dark dress pants falling to the floor, then moving your thighs to spread even more, a sharp growl was all that was heard from him as he sees the lingerie that lies between your short skirt and thighs. Some beads of pre-cum already spilling out of his bulging, red and swollen tip. The moment you looked down you saw how impressive his length was, he was at least 10 inches long, and when you saw it you wondered how it could fit, seeing stars were already being predicted to happen. He moved the little bit of lace covering you to him, to the side and he pushed to fingers inside of you. Pumping in and out of your wet and swollen pussy and bucking your hips, needing to get more from him, needing more friction because his fingers thrusting straight towards your G-spot. Moans flowing from your mouth like a waterfall until you felt empty, you looked up but then your head was immediately dragged back towards the desk as you felt completely stuffed. The ridges and veins of his thick cock hit every sweet spot inside of you, he kept his promise of fucking you into oblivion. His mouth attacked yours, stealing all the air from the inner depths of your lungs. White started to blur your vision and starting to feel drunk of your professors cock even when it has only been long lasting thrusts. Feeling yourself come undone already with help from the teasing of his fingers. Moans and groans were left lingering in your ear from that temptation falling from his lips. His hands go down your body, starting to rub your clit which sent you over the edge, but you held on to it. "sir- please.. can I cum.. I need to milk your cock..." a subtle, dark moan erupted from his lips followed by another harsh slap of your thigh "you cum when your sir tells you to, you come when sir uses his girls pussy as his personal cock-sleeve" you used all your might to hold onto your orgasm, feeling his long fingers brush across your clit, his rigid cock slamming into you like he was afraid to let go of you, he was going to use you, until your full of his cum, breeding you and making you carry his child. One of his hands were clamped onto your arms above the desk restraining you from touching him. Being the slut you are you would follow his every command, even wear a collar and sit by his desk all day whilst he teaches to show everyone that your his whore, your his little pet. And being so responsive you finally follow the command that you have been waiting for, "cum for me, milk my cock you fucking slut" And that was the moment you finally let go, feeling his hot cum painting your walls sent you into another frenzy, eyes rolling back to your head and you cummed harder than you ever have. All your vision going white, everything boiling on your body and the last thing you heard from his sultry voice, before fainting, was, "your my good girl, I am going to cum in you until you cant take anymore of it. You are mine..."

#tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #professor hiddleston #professor tom hiddleston #dom! tom hiddleston #daddy hiddleston #professor kink #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston smut

[jewels2876]

HBC Lucky In Love Masterlist

A/N: I may do this one with as many Tom and characters as I can - thank you to all of the HBCs!

​graphic by the amazing @bugsbucky​

* = Smut​

3-1: Advantage - Being Sneaky - Loki x reader

3-2: Big Break - Big Dreams - Dance Teacher!Bucky x reader

3-3: Blessing - The Name Game - Steve Rogers x reader

3-4: Boon - Take Me - Jonathan Pine x reader *

3-5: Chance - Take a Chance on Me - Dance Teacher!Bucky x reader

3-6: Dominance - Bring It - Nomad Steve x reader

3-7: Edge - A Welcome Distraction - Tom Hiddleston x reader

3-8: Fate - What Are The Odds? - Chris Beck x reader

3-9: Favor - Picture Perfect - Steve Rogers x reader

3-10:Fluke - Daydreaming - Loki x reader

3-11: Fortunate - Legs Up - Bucky Barnes x reader

3-12: Gratification - All Tied Up - Ransom Drysdale x reader *

3-13: Happiness - The First One - Tom Hiddleston x reader

3-14: Influence - Suits - Chubby!Bucky CEO x reader *

3-15: In The Cards - Game Night - Colin Shea x reader

3-16: Kismet - Bedtime Stories - Loki x reader

3-17: Leverage - A Weekly Thing - Radio Host!Bucky x reader

3-18: Occasion - Brothers from Other Mothers - Chris Evans x reader

3-19: Odds - Found You - Loki x reader

3-20: Opportunity - Just a Sip - Steve Rogers x reader

3-21: Prestige  Curtain Call - Dance Teacher!Bucky Barnes x reader

3-22: Recognition - Just Like That - James Conrad x reader

3-23: Serendipity - Threes - Chris Beck x reader, Prof. AU

3-24: Smile - This Exact Couch - Chris Evans x reader

3-25: Stroke - Forever - Tom Hiddleston x reader

3-26: Success - Bets - Bucky Barnes x reader

3-27: Triumph - Distracted - Chris Evans x reader

3-28: Upper Hand - The Next Morning - Steve Rogers x reader

3-29: Victory - Lullabies - Loki x reader

3-30: Wealth  - Give Me More - Bucky Barnes x reader *

3-31: Windfall - Indulge Me - Loki x reader

#hbc lucky in love #lucky in love masterlist #the th hbc #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #nomad steve x reader #rpf #james conrad x reader #colin shea x reader #dance teacher au #radio host au #chris beck x reader #professor au #ransom drysdale x reader

[smolvenger]

Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.  

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him. 

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long? 

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink. 

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs.  They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students. 

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

 I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!” 

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

 You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on. 

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers. 

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin. 

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

 Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is  Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence. 

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could. 

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight. 

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey. 

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner. 

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

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[snowiemimi]

MASTERLIST

welcome to my masterlist! i will obviously update as i write, so stay tuned! (I am just starting out on here so its kinda empty i know)

i will add more fandoms in the future so watch out for that:))

→ AARON HOTCHNER:

⋆ RAIN STORM (series) │ 1 │ 2* │

→TOM HIDDLESTON:

⋆ LOLLIPOP // prof! Hiddleston x fm!student! Reader

BLURBS;

⋆ book lover boyfriend James potter

#masterlist #criminal minds #marvel cinematic universe #harry potter #tom hiddleston #aaron hotchner #sirius black #idk lol #struggling student writer

[babybluebex]

author tag

i was tagged by @hollands-taste<3

name: bex/bexie

fandom(s): mcu (tom holland, tom hiddleston, sebastian stan,chris evans), star wars (ewan mcgregor, hayden christensen)

where you post: tumblr

most popular multi-chapter fic: umm of pubs and profs ig?? it has the most notes of any of my series

favourite story you’ve written so far: buggy code (or one i haven’t posted yet oop) 

fic you were nervous to post: sugar pie, honey bunch

how you choose your titles: 9 outta 10 times, i outsource it to @groupieforbucky or @earthlyholland lol i’m awful at titles

do you outline: usually, no, but recently, yes

completed: nothing bc i think that everything i write, every universe i create, can be expanded upon

in progress: keep her safe 2, the proposal 2, not your duke 2

coming soon/not yet started: mmm... a dark!stepdad!charles blackwood x reader, a bucky barnes x reader tinder thing, dark!best friend’s father!lee bodecker x reader, a jefferson/mad hatter x reader smut... and a few fun other things :P

do you accept prompts: yep! just please read my request guidelines

upcoming story you are most excited to write: my charles blackwood thing, i’m 2k in and so excited

tags: @groupieforbucky @kelieah @sinisterspidey @storybookholland @evermoreholland @rosyparkers

#tagged #kit.txt

[veraashh]

Vera's Masterlist

I know there's only a few of them but I kinda want to challenge myself to write once every week. I realized I'm too mentally unwell to actually keep up with writing so I can't.

Fluff 🥺-major 🥺-minor

Angst 😥- major 😥 - minor

Smut 🥵 - major 🥵 - minor

Bucky Barnes

Whiny, Baby (Bucky x Reader) 🥺

Bucky refuses to leave the bed for a dinner date that a restaurant owner gave you as thanks.

After (Bucky x gn!Reader) 🥺

Cuddling with Bucky

Steve Rogers

Promise (Steve x Reader) 🥵

After 5 years of dating, you and Steve mutually break up but the intense feelings for each other just can’t be helped.

Tom Hiddleston

Gum (Prof!Tom x reader) 🥵

Maybe chewing gum is not such a bad idea.

Loki Laufeyson

Ache (Soft!Loki x reader) 🥺😥🥵

Loki suddenly disappeared for a week after professing his feelings for you.

Natasha Romanoff

Drool (Natasha x reader) 🥵

PWP with Mommy!Natasha

#verawrites #vera'smasterlist #masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #natasha romanoff #fluff #angst #smut

[just-the-hiddles]

I've seen your prof. Tom Hiddleston x fem reader with a breeding kink and he goes for a round 2 after a creampie. CAN WE GET ONE LAST SPICY ROUND a good ol time skip and BOOM pregnant reader and Tom has lactation kink BAHAHA

Thank you for reading!  My requests are currently closed for the moment.  But I appreciate the interest!!  

[lokispettigerr]

Take Care: Tom Hiddleston x Male Reader

Requested by a dearly loved Anon. If you read this Anon, please send me an anonymous ask or whatever or something just so I know you saw it. I want to make you so happy! Reblog the shit out of this so they can see it!

Summary: Male Reader was attacked on their college campus after a night class by a group of guys. When reader finally arrives home Tom is angry with them for being so late, but quickly becomes concerned and worried about them.

Word Count: 1781

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Angst, Language, Discrimination. Please don’t let this trigger you friends. I love you all so much!

A/N: No Smut in this. Regardless of what you identify, I would like to think I write well enough for anyone to be able to read this and relate.  *If you enjoyed this fic and it touched you, please think about leaving a donation. Links in reblog.

A warm, wet trickle was tickling the skin under my nose and I brushed away the odd sensation. When I put my hand down I noticed bright red blood coating and dripping from my fingers. I tasted blood in my mouth and rolled some saliva around on my tongue before spitting out the crimson-tinged liquid.

I felt like I should be freaking out more than I was. Maybe crying and running down the street, away from the alley on campus where I had just been attacked. Mostly I felt empty-- like I wasn’t really me. I could see myself walking along the street, slouched over, clutching my side, blood dripping from my nose but I couldn’t do anything about it. I think I had learned about this feeling in PSYCH 101 class. Prof. Herron only spent one hour talking about disassociation in people that had experienced or lived through trauma. From what I remember, it is the brain's way of going into strict survival mode. So was I surviving and had I been all along? Was my life of being constantly attacked and harassed from discrimination against my sexuality surviving? It was so dark. I was shaking but not from the temperature; mainly from the adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins. There were only a few streetlamps set along the sidewalk to my apartment-- I hated the night class I had to take, I didn’t feel safe on a college campus like this. I heard heavy footsteps, someone’s soled feet were slapping against the sidewalk and echoing off the old brick wall along the path. I jumped, looking up through the dark to see someone in a hoodie and sweatpants running towards me. My blood began to whoosh loudly in my ears as my heart began to beat faster. Should I turn around and run? I would be going back towards the group of guys I had just escaped from. This time, however, I might not be able to get out alive. Should I shout for help?

I scanned the street quickly. No one was around, it was just me and the person barrelling towards me. Their hood hung loosely over their eyes and I couldn’t make out their face. Thump, thump, thump. Was that their footsteps or my heart beating? I felt like I was hyperventilating. Something slammed into my shoulder and I lost my balance. “Sorry,” the runner murmured as he huffed past me. My hand went to the brick wall and I stopped, swaying, feeling the cool, hard clay beneath my fingertips. Things were starting to blur at the edge of my vision until I no longer saw the street and the sidewalk before me. Instead, I was taken back to the scene I had just barely escaped with my life. “Hey Queer! Get over here, you pussy!” A harsh voice called out. I ignored them and kept walking. No one else had been around and I quickened my pace hoping they were talking to someone else. “Danny, Tyler, go get the faggot!” the same voice yelled. I heard thumping steps behind me and I cowered my shoulders reflexively, expecting to be hit. Two guys’ arms closed around me and I thrashed, kicking.

“What? What do you want from me?” I screamed out at my attackers. “Shut the fuck up you disgusting piece of trash!” one of the guys dragging me yelled. They both threw me down to the hard ground of an alleyway and I fell over on my knees, head bowed, unable to see the faces of the people who had dragged me. Before I lifted my head, one of the guys kicked me hard, knocking the air from my lungs and I rolled over on my side sputtering, gagging. Laughter erupted over me and I glanced up, coughing. I couldn’t make out anyone’s face in the group-- it was far too dark in the alley for that. I reached out my hand groping at someone’s jeans, their high-top sneakers made their leg hard to grasp. “Fuck!” they yelled, “this pervert just tried to feel me up!” Another foot shot out of the dark and kicked me in the face, pain erupted through my nose. My hand rose to cover my face but without reprieve, the relentless gang of guys kept up. “Help! Help m--,” I rasped as someone else kicked my ribs. “Shut up Queer!” the first voice screamed, enraged. He squatted down straddling my aching chest, “It’s pieces of shit like you that fuck up everything!” I could hear the malice in his scream and something barely audible, a switchblade release spring. My eyes went wide in the dark and my hands groped at my attacker, frantically. I slammed my fist at his thick legs while he laughed. My fingers closed around his jeans and I yanked, trying to free myself but my nails ripped and tore on the fabric. “Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” I cried, my voice shaking with my nervous energy. More laughter from the group, “Look at him beg! He probably begs his boyfriend like this when he wants to be fucked in the ass!” A wet, slimy drop of moisture hit my face, getting in my eye as one of the guys spit on me. “Stop! Please!” I shouted. “Shut up, faggot!” the guy straddling screamed, his rancid breath leaking into my nostrils. His switchblade came out and he slid it down the side of my brow. I could barely feel the cut he made from the earlier kicks to my face. “Now you will be just as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside!” Just then a shout was heard over the laughing group of guys.

“Shit! Someone’s coming!” someone called out.

My attackers scattered like carrion crows over their pitiful, picked apart meal. I rolled to my feet, swaying. Blood dripped into my eyes and I shook my head, taking off at a wobbling run away from the newcomer. Whoever had run towards my attackers had saved my life.

I pushed my hand off the brick wall and continued the long walk home-- almost there, almost back to Tom. **** My key clicked in the lock but before I turned the knob to open the door, it flew open and in front of me, Tom towered. The stoop where I stood was dark and I knew he couldn’t make out my face, “Why didn’t you call?” I could hear the simmering anger in Tom’s voice. “We were supposed to meet Karen and Miller two hours ago, Y/N.” “Sorry,” I murmured as I pushed through him into the entryway of our home. I glanced at Tom’s face as I passed and saw his look go from anger to confusion to concern in a split second. “What- What happened?” He approached, his arm going around me, “Tell me who did this to you?” “I-I don’t know, Tom” I hung my head, limply. Tom hugged me, holding me to his broad, muscled chest, gripping me tightly and I groaned from the pain that shot through my ribs. “Can you walk into the bathroom?” Tom asked, pulling back from the embrace to look in my eyes. I nodded, feeling too tired to talk. Tom lead me down the hallway, his bare feet lightly hitting the floor. We entered the bathroom and he sat me down on the edge of the tub. “May I?” He asked, holding his hand out towards my clothes. “Sure,” I muttered. He took off my shirt, being careful not to hurt me and then slowly removed the rest of my clothes. I glanced in the mirror, seeing the bruised and battered person standing next to my perfect Prince Tom. “What happened?” Tom asked. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it again. “Please,” he urged, “tell me.” “Just some group of guys attacked me on campus, after class. They dragged me over, said horrible things, and did all of this. I just don’t even feel like talking about it, about anything.” I said, shaking. “Okay, do you think you can tell the police?” Tom asked, his hand on my shoulder, his thumb rubbing in gentle circles. “What?” I said, too loud, “No! No police, Tom, goddamit!” Tom shifted back, sighed and then moved closer to me, nodding once. “Sorry, just no police.” My voice softened. “Let me clean you up, at least,” he offered. I nodded. Tom stood, his shoulders slouching slightly. While he fumbled around in the medicine cabinet, I studied his somber expression. He looked so sad, his eyes were red and he held his mouth in a straight line, his jaw clenching every so often. “Tom,” I called. “Hmm,” he was still digging for supplies. “I love you.” He turned away from the cabinet, “I know you do, I love you.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Finally happy with the bandages and ointments he had found he strode back over to me. He dabbed at my face and I hissed at the stinging pain from the medicine. “Sorry, I just need to do something. I hate seeing you like this-- it isn’t right… They shouldn’t get away with this.” He said, his voice shaking slightly. When he had finished cleaning me up he stood, grabbing my hand to walk me over to the bed. He turned the lamp on, “Just lay here for a moment, I need to do something.” He reached in his pocket to pull his phone out. I closed my eyes, sinking into the soft mattress. Though the lamp was shining, illuminating the back of my eyelids, I could easily drift off to sleep. Tom’s voice drifted towards me from the hallway, muffled, “Yeah, I don’t care what you have to do to find out. Just get it done.” I furrowed my brow, wondering what he was talking about. “Yeah, send over the footage and get Bill on the job.” A pause, “I don’t care what the cost is, Zander. Yeah, uhuh, okay, keep me informed.” I heard Tom walking back, finished with his phone call and he sat down on the mattress, joining me, it dipped under his weight. “Rest now, Y/N, everything is going to be taken care of.” I peeked at him through my lashes, “Tom?” He began to softly stroke my forehead, “Sleep now, tomorrow will be better. I will take care of you, forever and always. I love you more than you know.” I nodded, “Love you,” I murmured, which probably sounded more like, “uv oo”, and drifted off into a deep sleep. I was safe and Tom loved me. Tomorrow would be different.

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