Love your headcanons, thought I’d share with you. One where (reader) asks Tom to read to them, because god that voice. After he’s gone thru a few paragraphs, you start unbottoning his pants, he just raises his eyebrows at you. You tell him to keep reading, he obliges. You get on your knees and tease him and lick him and suck him, everytime he falters you say keep reading. Eventually he says “Oh fuck (name)” and cums in your mouth. Later you tease him, asking where Shakespeare wrote that.

Well thank you! Now I am dead.

ancientfinnishgoddess:

virtualgirlfriendsan:

hotmenandotherdistractions:

allonsyelize:

headrushxreeta:

quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks:

chynna-is-not-here:

beaglebitch:

i-wanna-be-toms-body-pillow:

insanely-smart:

beaglebitch:

theopheliapond:

beaglebitch:

hiddleshoneybunny:

beaglebitch:

hiddleshoneybunny:

This…

Grew up to be this…

@beaglebitch @zhora-salome @tomforachange @insanely-smart @laterovaries @larouau12 @hiddlestonluvr

WHY ARE PEOPLE STILL TALKING ABOUT OAKLEY?

I do not like that little shit.

I do not like him. Not one bit.

I do not want him here or there.

I do not want him anywhere.

Not under the table at the bar?

Not even in the backseat of the car?

Not even a quickie by the pool?

This arrogant scrumptious little fool?

Not at the bar! Not in the car!

Not in the pool! Not with that fool!

Not in the dark! Not at the park!

Not on my blog! Thanks for nothing, Joanna Hogg!

I do not want him here or there!

I do not want him anywhere!

Do you want him in a club?
Do you want to give that bare chest a rub?
Will you take raging and mad?
Would you take him crying and sad?

Not in the club! No bare chested rub!

Not when he’s mad! Not when he’s sad!

Not at the bar! Not in the car!

Not in the pool! Not with that fool!

Not in the dark! Not at the park!

Not on my blog! Thanks for nothing, Joanna Hogg!

I do not want him here or there!

I do not want him anywhere!

Would you give him half a chance?

Would you have him when you dance?

Would you take him with a drink?

Would he get you with a wink?

You don’t want him?

So you say,

Try it and you may, I say!

Fine!

If you will let me be,

I will try him.

You wil see.

…

SAY!

I like this Hiddles man.

I do! I like him, Sam-I-am.

I would do that Oakley fool. I would do him in the pool.

I would have that Hazeldine. I always liked them long and lean.

I kinda like that Martinsson. I like the way he wears that gun.

I would take Sir Thomas Sharpe. I would like him in the dark.

So I will do himat the bar. And in the car.

And in the pool. That lanky fool.

And in the dark. And at the park.

I want to have him here and there!

I want to have him anywhere!

I’m only reblogging because of “Green Eggs and Ham: Hiddles edition.”

Standing O

And I’m dead. This is amazeballs.

This is why I love this fandom.

It’s baaaaaaaaack!!!!

It’s back on my dash! Forever reblog!

Seuss!BB strikes again jfc

Thought of this when I read this post:

Enjoy Tom’s smutty voice.

You’re welcome. 😉

DrabbleFic: UNDERCURRENT [NSFW, FluffSmut] Tom/OC…

The radio was playing, but it was turned down too low to hear anything but the beat. All it did was add a layer of noise to the sounds in the dark of the bedroom, and Tom leaned his head back against the wall, his breath fast becoming staccato. His hands scrabbled over the wall and headboard seeking purchase, fingers splayed out and curling spasmodically. His knees were beginning to shake from the effort, every part of him tense. Reaching out, he buried his hands in her hair, not pulling, just letting the locks twist around his fingers and anchor him as he sought to draw her near. “Close!” he hissed.

There was a loud slap and a long gurgling moan, the echo racing over him as she rocked forward, her hands running up his straining legs, skating along his hips and grabbing behind him. Her nails pressed into the hard flesh with a sharp bite and scored him with frantic scratches as she continued the wet rhythm, the sound of flesh on flesh maddening. A deep growl purred through the room with the command, “Finish him.”

Tom’s eyes remained stubbornly shut, wanting to enhance his other senses. He felt the explosion race up from between his legs, punching his spine into a wild thrusting dance. A choking cry tore from his throat as he lost himself to the slick slide of her mouth, the pull of her lips around him as she sucked and swallowed, screaming around him as she joined him in pleasure.

A low, gravelly laugh reached them, and she reared back, letting him go with a loud moan. She pinned him against the headboard, face pressed to his belly, her hands locked to the flat surface. Her breasts pressed against his thighs, presented like a gift, urging him to stroke his released, slick cock between them. He opened his eyes to look down.

She was lost in the sex, mouth agape, eyes closed as she was fucked, each stroke slamming her against him as she knelt between them. She clung to the headboard and him like she was shipwrecked, the relentless pounding of ocean waves driving her up against his shore. Hands cupped her breasts, twisting and rubbing her hard nipples, fingertips skittering against the smooth hard muscle of his still-shaking legs.

“Watch her.”

He locked his gaze on her as she arched back, begging, drowning, his cock weeping like sea foam on her chest, and he wanted to kiss her, to drink down her pleasure. He felt her orgasm crest over her body, rushing along her skin. He leaned forward as well as he could, kissing her hair, her forehead. His hands untangled from her locks and slid across her shoulders, petting them. He looked up into the lust-drunk gleaming stare of the other behind her, who grinned back with a feral hunger.

“In the end,” Loki chuckled, “you will always kneel.”