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I love these two 'professional imposters' together

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Distractions- Chapter 17

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

Over the next several weeks, you and Tom didn’t see each other as much as you used to. Tom had begun a UK press tour for a small independent film he’d done last year that would release in a couple of months, and you had already jumped headfirst into yet another project– a mini series for the BBC. When you did see each other, which was only about once or twice a week, it was often a brief rendezvous of vigorous, stress-relieving sex, followed by a few hours of sleep before having to get up to go to work. You tried to convince yourself that it was just because you were both so busy– and it was, partly– but something was different. There was a slight distance between the two of you. Admittedly, you were partially responsible for that. 

In an effort to combat whatever illusion your brain had created in Hawaii, as well as avoid appearing clingy, you tried your best not to be the one to initiate anything. If he wanted to hang out or have sex, he could text you. Of course, this proved to be harder than you thought it would be, and there were a couple of times, after a particularly hard day, you gave in and texted him first. For the most part, however, you were able to resist. Unfortunately, you eventually realized that his current schedule allowed for him to be home almost every night, often by dinner time, which inevitably led you to wonder what he was doing on the nights he didn’t text you, an increasingly frequent occurrence. If your experience with him taught you anything, it was that he had an incredibly high sex drive. So, if he was only fucking you once or twice a week, what, or who, was he doing to satiate that appetite the rest of the time? But that shouldn’t matter. In fact, you should be taking the opportunity to get some variety into your sex life too, right? The problem was, you had yet to meet anyone else that even remotely interested you. 

All of these irritating thoughts kept resurfacing, and you kept pushing them down, telling yourself you were being silly, until eventually you wouldn’t be able to push them down any longer.

As you entered Tom’s house, you yawned sleepily, wondering if you’d be able to stay awake. Your question was quickly answered when he immediately began kissing and undressing you. It woke you up instantly. He was intoxicating— the way he smelled, the way he kissed you, the way he touched you.

Once you were down to just your tank top and knickers, he lifted you up and carried you to his bedroom, dropping you down on the bed as soon as he got there. You fell with a huff, but didn’t complain. You liked when he was like this, desperate and hungry for you. He quickly slipped your shirt and panties off of you and knelt between your legs. He smiled at you before diving between your thighs. You gasped as his mouth made contact with your pussy. Your hands flew to the light brown curls on top of his head as he ran his tongue from the base of your slit, up through your folds, just grazing your clit. You whimpered, wanting more. Tom chuckled against your cunt before he continued licking your slit, his tongue diving deeper with each lick. 

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned. “But I need more!” 

He simply chuckled again, but kept at his own pace. He was building you up slowly like he always did when he went down on you; always making you impatient, but never failing to give you the best orgasms of your life. He slipped his tongue into your entrance and swirled it around, lapping at your walls as if he wanted to taste every drop of arousal you had to give. Your clit was throbbing at this point, just aching for attention. 

“Toooooommmmm,” you whined, bucking your hips and tightening your grip on his hair. 

You felt his tongue retreat. “So impatient,” he tutted. 

You looked down at him. “No, you’re a tease.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you want me to continue or not?” 

You sighed. “Yes please!” You let your head fall back and closed your eyes. 

He licked up your slit once more, but when he reached your clit this time, he began slowly circling his tongue around it, ushering soft moans from your lips. Soon you felt him slip one finger inside you, then two, pumping them in and out of you while he flicked your clit with his tongue, causing your moans to become louder. 

“Shit, I’m close,” you breathed between moans. Tom took this as a signal to start sucking on your clit like a lollipop. “Oh yes! Don’t stop!” He curled his fingers, stroking your g-spot expertly and eliciting the filthiest noises from you as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, until you finally tumbled over the edge. Your back arched off the bed and your pussy contracted around his fingers while you cried out in pure ecstasy. Tom, meanwhile, didn’t let up with his mouth or his fingers until he felt your body start to relax again, at which point he removed his lips from your clit, and slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy and sucked them clean. “I will never understand how you’re so good at that.” you said, breathless.

“Practice,” he replied simply as he rolled on a condom and crawled up your body to hover over you. 

Of course, you thought, mentally kicking yourself for even saying anything. Now all you could think about is all the other women he’s gone down on.

“You’ve given me plenty of practice,” he clarified when his face was just inches from yours. 

Nice save. You almost rolled your eyes, but he leaned down and kissed you deeply, effectively silencing your insecurities. You hummed at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue, and you could feel him smile as he kissed you, no doubt in response to your approval. 

He moved his lips from your mouth to your ear. “Are you up for more, darling?” he whispered. You felt his hard cock nudge at your folds. 

“Always,” you replied, snaking your hands down his back and giving his ass a firm squeeze. 

He snickered in your ear. “Good girl,” he purred before dipping his head down to kiss your neck while he rolled his hips, causing his length to graze against your clit. As always, his words made you shiver, and his touch made you whimper. He ground his dick against your wet, swollen pussy a few more times while he sucked on your neck. More whimpers fell from your lips, your body aching to be filled by him. You hated that he made you so needy, but he was needy too. You could feel it in how intensely he sucked on your sensitive skin. That’s what this whole arrangement was about afterall: fulfilling each other’s needs, without committing or getting emotionally involved. 

Finally, he pulled his hips back, lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly pushed his cock inside you. You softly groaned at the welcomed intrusion while he cursed against your neck. Once he was about half way in, he pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in just a little further. He continued this again and again, inching further and further inside you until he was buried to the hilt.

He stilled for a moment to let you adjust. “Mmmmm, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of your incredible pussy,” he mumbled, a slight strain in his voice, likely from resisting immediately fucking you hard and fast. This time you did roll your eyes, though he couldn’t see. The man knew just what to say, you’d give him that, but you couldn’t help but wonder just how many pussies he’d said that about and how many he currently had on retainer.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Tom began to move again, pumping in and out of you slowly while he groaned softly in your ear. You felt every curve and ridge of his cock through the condom, sliding against your pussy walls. “Fuck, baby, harder,” you moaned. He was happy to oblige. His gentle pumps turned to hard thrusts, successfully fucking the jealous thoughts right out of your brain, for now at least.

Tom suddenly shifted to his knees, pulling one of your legs up and resting your ankle on his shoulder. He then gripped your hips and began pounding into you, the new angle allowing the head of his cock to hit your g-spot just right. 

“Oh god, yes!” you cried out involuntarily. When you looked up at him, you saw him staring at your bouncing tits, his mouth ajar and eyebrows knitted together— he was close. With one hand still firmly grasping your hip, he reached between your joined bodies with the other and started rubbing your clit.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said breathlessly. 

It was only seconds after which you felt your second orgasm wash over you. “Fuck! Oh FUCK!” You screamed, throwing your head back as your cunt clenched around his throbbing cock.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned, and with a few more thrusts he came too, filling the condom with his cum. You always thought it would be so fucking hot to feel him cum inside you without the condom, filling you to the brim in every sense of the word, but with how many potential partners he had, you knew the condom was necessary. Fuck. There was that jealousy again. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Tom said panting as he pulled out of you and discarded the spent contraceptive. 

You laughed between your heavy breaths. “Now I know you’re just saying that because you’ve just done most of the heavy lifting!”

“That’s the thing,” he replied slyly as he laid back down next to you. “You don’t have to do anything to be amazing.” He kissed you on the cheek and then leaned back with his arm out, inviting you to lay with him.

“You know you already got me to have sex with you. You don’t have to keep trying to sweet talk me,” you replied sarcastically as you rolled onto your side and rested your head and hand on his chest.

He sighed as he wrapped his arm around you and began to absentmindedly trace your spine with his fingertips. “When will you learn to take a compliment?”

“Probably never,” you answered matter-of-factly.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked you. “You seemed a bit distracted this time.”

“I’m just tired is all. You know, because someone decided to wake me up at 2am so he could get some.” You looked up at him with a playfully scolding expression. 

“And I think I’ve done my best to show my appreciation for you coming over so late, haven’t I?”

You smiled. “You certainly have. Can I sleep now?”

He brought his hand to your face, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Of course,” he replied as he leaned in to kiss you, softer than he had in a while. It made your heart flutter, which was not supposed to happen. 

You broke the kiss abruptly. “Goodnight,” you said quickly before rolling over onto your other side so you were facing away from him. You heard him mumble ‘goodnight’ in response as he settled in to sleep. 

Unfortunately, now it was you who couldn’t sleep. You could hear Tom softly snoring while you stared into the darkness, wondering why things with Tom felt so different lately, and why now more than ever, you were so concerned about the fact that you were just one of probably several women Tom was sleeping with. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he probably tells every woman he fucks that they’re amazing, and let’s them sleep over too…in this bed… with this pillow… and these sheets. You were sure he washed them between his little escapades, but the fact remained, you were just one of many in rotation, getting the same treatment as everyone else. Now that you thought about it, you might not have even been his first choice tonight. How many ‘friends’ had he texted before you agreed to come over? You felt your eyes well up with tears, some escaping down your face and onto the pillow. Shit. You needed to go home and clear your head.

You wiped the tears from your face and climbed out of Tom’s bed as quietly as you could, careful not to wake him. Now was the hard part: finding all of your clothes in the dark. You found your panties first, right by the bed, and quietly pulled them on. Then you found your tank top by the bedroom door. You went to grab it when you stubbed your toe on the dresser, causing you to curse louder than you intended. 

“You alright, love?” you heard Tom ask sleepily. 

“I’m fine,” you whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

Despite your request, he turned on the lamp next to him, revealing you in your panties, with one hand holding your shirt and the other on the door handle. “Where are you off to all of a sudden?” he asked, confused and still groggy. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologized while you pulled your shirt on over your head. “I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d just go home.” 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “You don’t have to go home, darling. Give me a minute to wake up and I’m sure we can find something to do to tire you out,” he insinuated. 

You shook your head. “Really, Tom. I’m fine. I think I’d just rather sleep in my own bed tonight.”

He sighed. “I knew something was wrong,” he said, his voice sounding a mix between concerned and frustrated as he leaned his head back against the headboard.

“Nothing is wrong,” you lied. “I have a lot of shit to do tomorrow anyway, so it’s better if I just go home now.”

“Fine,” he conceded, getting out of bed and walking toward you. “But will you be free after my interview? I’m either going to want to celebrate or try to forget about it.” He put his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against him.

You looked down and shook your head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Why? Do you have a hot date or something?” he teased, giving your hips a playful squeeze.

“I thought we agreed not to talk about that stuff,” you said seriously.

His face fell. “So, you do?”

You looked back up at him, slightly annoyed that he insisted on having this conversation. “Does it matter if I do or not?” 

“No, I suppose not,” he replied, letting his hands fall from your hips and taking a step back.

“Great. Glad that’s settled,” you told him, trying to sound as emotionless as possible before leaving the bedroom to find your shorts and jacket. Tom didn’t follow you. With tears in your eyes again you finished getting dressed and went home.

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Tom Hiddleston yesterday at BBC radio!!!!

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Much Ado About Nothing rehearsal

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New photo of the rehearsals of Much ado about nothing with Tom Hiddleston and Hayley Atwell!

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How about we switch the actors in Loki and Good Omens? Can. You. IMAGINE. How fucking wild and cute and funny that would be.

First of all, Michael Sheen would EAT as Mobius!!!!

And Owen Willson as Aziraphale?? That lil Texan guy? A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. give him some cute wings.

David Tennant would OBVIOUSLY serve so much cunt as Loki. Also, he would play Loki and Silvy.

And Tom Hiddleston as Crowley?! With red hair? And black clothes? In a Bentley? RAWR!

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- Can you do Cookie Monster’s impression, ‘cause I like doing impression?

- Oh my goodness. What does he say? He says…(x)

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Theatre Tom

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Tom Hiddleston yesterday at BBC radio!!!!

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much ado about nothing :: rehearsal photos (batch 1)

Good God when we finally get videos of the singing and the dancing (and please let there be official cast recordings of the songs up on YouTube and Spotify) I don't think I'm gonna live much longer, I will just evaporate--

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-elsie-barnes @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder ++

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I wonder when will be our moment 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

various sightings :: week of 20 january 2025

I don't know when exactly these pics were taken, and I cba to brave Tom's tagged photos on Instagram ✌️

one day pspspspsps we're all gonna have our moment/s one day, besties & fellow whores 💖🫠

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-elsie-barnes @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder ++

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sighting outside bbc radio :: 25 january 2025 (batch 1)

lawd help me I'm struggling not to say the d-word again after that first picture--

pspspspspspspsps more promo content…and also…pspspspspspsps more sightings with that navy blue button down 🥵🫦

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-elsie-barnes @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder ++

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Distractions- Chapter 16

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

You spent the majority of your twenty hour trip back to London trying to convince yourself that nothing had changed between you and Tom. He was still your best friend, and the sex was still casual. The only reason the night before felt different was because you were on a holiday-high and maybe a little too immersed in the aloha vibes of Hawaii.

Part of you felt bad for Tom. He seemed so disappointed, almost hurt, when you left so suddenly, but then you thought of that text from Evelyn, and it reminded you that you weren’t the only one he was sleeping with. He’ll get over it, you thought.

As much as you would miss Hawaii, and Tom, you were glad to be back in London and that you had a couple of weeks to get some space from him. You needed that time to shake this unnecessary jealousy. 

When you arrived home, you were so exhausted that you went right to bed, but you woke up in the middle of the night to see you had two messages from Tom.

Going back to work was hard, to say the least. It wasn’t just adjusting from being on holiday either. There were several issues just waiting for you to resolve, because apparently you were the only one with the competence to handle them. You also learned that your substitute had made a continuity error; one that was subtle enough that no one else on set seemed to notice, or care, but it wasn’t up to your standards, and you were worried it might mar your reputation in the SFX community. Unfortunately, it was too late to rectify the issue, so you just had to live with it.

The upside of your department being a total shit show was that it kept you busy. You didn’t have much time to dwell on what happened in Hawaii. You and Tom didn’t talk much over the next couple of weeks either, which you told yourself was a good thing. That being said, he was still your best friend and you missed him. So on your last day of filming, you were pleasantly surprised to get a text from him.

The next two hours felt excruciatingly long. You were both excited and nervous to see Tom again, and it was all you could think about until the director finally announced that shooting had wrapped.  You jumped up from your chair and rushed back to your trailer to gather your things and left, saying hasty goodbyes on your way out. Then you went straight to Tom’s. 

When you entered the house, Bobby came bounding up to greet you, barking and wagging his tail. “Bobbers!” you squealed as you knelt down to greet him. He immediately began licking your face as you scratched behind his ears. “Aw, I’ve missed you, buddy!”

“He missed you too,” came Tom’s voice as he appeared from the lounge in a t-shirt and jeans. He smiled and held out his arms as he approached you. 

“How are you, Tommy?” you asked as you stood up and he wrapped you in a warm hug. 

“Glad to be home,” he replied, pressing his cheek to your head. “How are you?”

You sighed. “Glad to finally be done with this project.”

He pulled away to look at you. “How do you feel about wine, pizza, and a film?”

“You know me too well, Hiddleston,” you told him, smiling. 

While Tom went to fetch the wine, you made yourself comfortable on the sofa with your feet tucked to the side. You got to ordering the pizza and Bobby wasted no time jumping up into your lap and settling in. 

“Have you finally warmed up to pineapple on pizza now that you’ve spent so much time in Hawaii?” you called from the lounge. 

Tom’s laugh echoed from the kitchen before he appeared with two glasses of wine in hand. “Try as you might, darling, you will never get me to like pineapple on pizza.”

You put your hands up in defense. “Just thought I’d check.” 

After handing you your glass, he sat down next to you, giving Bobby a little pet on the head before resting his hand on your ankle. “So what are we getting?”

“Our usual,” you replied. “A large supreme pizza– half with no olives– and an order of garlic bread.”

“Excellent. And what are we watching?”

“Must I make all the decisions?”

“Alright then, we’re watching Heat.” He picked up the remote and turned on the television.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll pick something,” you said, rolling your eyes and snatching the remote from him. 

After the pizza arrived and you finished eating, Tom moved to sit behind you with his legs on either side of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. Your eyes fell closed and you hummed with delight. 

“I missed you, Sweets,” he mumbled against your skin. 

“You did, did you?” you teased, reaching back and scratching his scalp.

“Mmhm.” While his lips explored your neck and shoulder, one of his hands slipped under the waistband of your leggings and into your panties. 

You let out a pleasured sigh when you felt a finger glide through your slick folds. “I think you can tell I missed you too.”

“It seems that way, yeah,” he replied, snickering in your ear. 

He leaned back on the sofa, one arm still wrapped around your waist, pulling you back with him. You draped your legs over his and he spread them as wide as he could, giving his fingers easy access to glide deep inside of you and curl to message your g-spot. You groaned at the welcomed intrusion, your head falling back against his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed your temple while his free hand slid down to join the other between your thighs, instantly finding your clit and rubbing light, slow circles around it. 

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, unable to stop from bucking into his hands. For the last two and a half weeks you’d had to do this yourself, with Tom being nothing more than an image in your head. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he cooed softly. “I’ll take care of you.” 

You let your body melt into him as his long, dexterous fingers played your pussy like a piano, and it was a song he knew by heart. You panted heavily as he brought you closer and closer to your release, and then stopped before you could get there. You whimpered and whined and squirmed. 

“What have I just said, darling?” he warned.

Obediently, you relaxed once again, letting him continue. Once again he expertly stroked your throbbing cunt from the inside and out until you were about to cum, and then left you hanging. By now you were no stranger to his little game of edging, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still turn you into a desperate fucking mess every time. You felt your arousal begin to drip down your ass, and you knew your knickers and leggings were effectively ruined. You could also feel his hard cock against your lower back, no doubt staining his jeans with precum as well. 

“Fuck, Tommy, please,” you begged. “Please let me cum!”

His devious chuckle vibrated against your spine. “Oh, is that what you want? You should have said something!” 

The exasperated groan that left your throat quickly turned to one of ecstasy as he began bringing you back to your peak, this time to fruition. You grabbed his arms for leverage, digging your nails in as you rode out your climax. You heard him hiss in pain, but you knew it only turned him on more. 

When you were finished, Tom gently slid his fingers out of your dripping channel and brought them to your lips. You took them in your mouth and sucked them clean, moaning as you did so, causing his dick to twitch with excitement. 

“Will you be a good girl and remove your clothes for me, darling?” he said sweetly in your ear. 

Without saying a word, you stood up in front of him and stripped, being sure to bend all the way down when you took off your leggings and underwear so he would get an impeccable view of your ass and pussy. Meanwhile, you heard the shuffle of fabric behind you as he removed his shirt and slid his jeans and boxers down. As soon as you were completely naked, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back, guiding you onto his now freed erection. You gasped as you sunk down, feeling that familiar stretch you loved so much. Your slick cunt swallowing his cock ushered a filthy moan from him, and once you were settled on his lap, he pulled you back against his chest again, but slightly harder this time. You spread your legs and draped them over each of his just as you’d done before, but this time he put his feet up on the coffee table for leverage, causing his length to go deeper inside of you. At first, his hips didn’t move an inch while his hands began playing with your tits and he kissed and sucked on your neck. You clenched around him, causing him to grunt, but he still didn’t move.

“I know you’re just as desperate to fuck me as I am.” Another clench. Another grunt. “So why don’t you just do it already?” 

“Because I live to tease you, darling,” Tom whispered in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

“Clearly,” you huffed in frustration, even though it never failed to turn you on when he said things like that. You reached down and began rubbing your clit while simultaneously clenching tightly once again, and that’s when he finally lost his resolve. With a growl, he began thrusting up into you, and the angle was heavenly. So much so, in fact, that you came almost instantly, filling the room with your cries of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Tom groaned at the feeling of you cumming around his cock. He began thrusting harder, giving you no time to recover. You removed your fingers from your clit so you could brace yourself, holding onto his arms which at this point were wrapped tightly around your waist. 

His breath fanned the shell of your ear with every pant and grunt that left his lips. “I’m gonna cum,” he said in a strained voice after several minutes of relentless fucking up into you. “Can you come for me one last time, sweetheart?” His fingers found your clit once more, and it only took a few last strokes to send you over the edge for a third time. You moaned so loud you almost didn’t hear him groan your name as his cock pulsed inside you, filling the condom to its limit. 

Tom held you there for a moment while the two of you caught your breath, occasionally placing light kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

“That was divine,” he said softly, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly behind your ear.

“Mmmm,” you hummed in agreement. 

“Shall I get us some more wine?” he asked, releasing your waist.

“I wouldn’t say no.” You climbed off of him and sat back down on the couch.

After pulling his jeans up and tucking himself back into them, he picked his shirt up off the floor and handed it to you. Then he quickly kissed you on the forehead and left to refill your glasses. 

You chuckled as you looked at his shirt, and then a thought occurred to you that made your stomach suddenly churn. Had Evelyn worn any of his shirts? Had she worn this one? You rolled your eyes and quietly groaned, wishing your brain would just shut up. Maybe you’d just put your own clothes back on this time. 

You got dressed— damp panties and all— and settled back down on the sofa. When Tom returned to the lounge, he looked surprised when he handed you your glass of wine. 

“Going somewhere?” he asked. 

“What?”

He chuckled. “I’m just surprised you’re not wearing my shirt.” He sat down next to you, laying your legs over his lap and resting his free hand on your thigh.

You shrugged. “Kicked the habit, I guess.”

“I hope that’s not true. You know I love it when you wear my clothes.” He winked at you, but you detected a hint of concern in his features.

“Maybe next time, stud.” You took a sip of wine, hoping that was the end of the conversation. Luckily, he didn’t press any further, and the two of you turned your attention back to the film you had forgotten about. 

It was difficult to concentrate on the movie, however. It felt like there was something unspoken between you and Tom, and occasionally, you could have sworn you saw him looking at you from the corner of your eye. You wished you knew what he was thinking. Then again, maybe not.

…

When the credits rolled across the screen, you stretched and set your glass down on the coffee table. “I better get going, Tommy. Thank you for inviting me over.”

Tom looked taken aback. “You don’t want to sleep over?”

“I just think after the long day and the jet lag, you should be able to have your bed to yourself. Get the best rest possible.”

“Can I decide for myself what will give me the best rest possible?” he asked with a chuckle, pulling you fully into his lap. “I haven’t had the pleasure of having you in my bed in over two weeks.”

“How do you still have the energy for more sex?” 

“I didn’t say anything about sex,” he said, a bit confused.

“Then why so insistent on me sleeping over?”

Tom’s face fell, his gaze shifting to the floor. “Nevermind. If you want to go, that’s fine.” He tried to sound light about it, but there was no mistaking the hurt in his voice. 

“Hey.” You cupped his face in your hand and tipped his head back up to look at you. “I’m sorry. I want to stay, I just…” He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish. You sighed as you thought of the right words to say. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m trying to be your girlfriend or anything. Hawaii was amazing, but we spent so much time together that I feel like things got a little…muddled… and I don’t want you to think I’ve turned into some boring domesticated cat or something.” You laughed as you said the last bit, hoping he didn’t detect the hint of nervousness in your voice. He gave a half hearted chuckle along with you before you continued. “You’re my best friend, first and foremost, and I’d hate to ruin that by overstepping.” 

A small sort of half smile appeared on his face as he looked down for a moment, then captured your gaze once again as he lightly rubbed his thumb back and forth across your hip. “Don’t worry about that, Sweets. We’re on the same page, I promise.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before sliding his fingers down your jaw to gently grasp your chin. “You think too much, you know that?” The corner of your mouth curled into a smile as he pulled your face towards his and kissed your forehead. “Now, will you please sleep here so we can platonically cuddle all night?”

You laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, how could I say no?” After a beat of laughter between the two of you, you added, “We’re still gonna make out a little though, right?”

“Oh absolutely,” he affirmed playfully. 

You climbed off of him and stood up, holding out your hand. “Well, come on then!”

With a grin, Tom took your hand and the two of you went to bed.

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HAYLEY ATWELL and TOM HIDDLESTON on BBC THE ONE SHOW

[tom-hlover]

Some wet Soccer Tom

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Beyond the Bookshelves (10)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: The gates of heaven have finally been opened, Loki doesn't know makeup, and when you work above and beyond your pay grade.

Summary: You’re a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You’ve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N:

Sorry about the delay. I ended up getting more tasks for work right after traveling abroad. It was a scramble to get the last 2 months caught up.

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The doors opened. The library doors swung open without any resistance, no blaring alarms or the ear grating computer voice that incessantly disturbed his times sneaking in. He was actually allowed to enter the library once more.

“Good morning, let me know if you need any assistance!” A familiar voice called out. A sweet voice that triggered Loki, setting his rage aflame and quickly overshadowing the joy of having his access given back to him. His icy blue eyes narrowed as he crossed the threshold and quickly strode up to the semicircle reception desk that forced him to remain roughly three feet away from the villainous woman who left him stranded. He stood tall, looking down at her, ready to scold her, but there was something off about her.

Her face looks pale, but her cheeks are quite red. What sort of makeup style is this? He scrunched his nose in distaste, no attempt to hide his look of displeasure, as Y/N finally looked up at him. She was saying something, but her voice sounded odd, stuffy and nasally. A dark shade was visible under her eyes. He took a step back from the desk, unsure what was wrong with her. Perhaps I should reconsider working with this odd person. Her sense of professionalism is questionable.

“Hello, Loki?” He reflexively grabbed the hand waving in front of her face, but quickly released it at her wince.

“What?” He cleared his throat and straightened up his posture.

“Glad to see you back on Earth. Well, you’re back in the library, free to browse and rent as you used to.” She grinned, but the happiness did not reach her eyes. False niceties, something he was used to seeing. What else should he expect from some odd stranger? Why did it hurt? He balled his hands in to fists to keep from rubbing at his chest to ease the dull ache that blossomed over his heart. 

“Yes, thank you,” he kept his tone flat, formal. “I’ll summon you if I need any assistance.” He waved at her dismissively as he turned and wandered into the maze of shelves filled with books. 

“You’re welcome?” Y/N raised a brow, rolling her eyes as the younger prince disappeared from sight. Plopping back into her chair, she softly groaned at the soreness that throbbed through her back and hips. Her eyes burned, only a slight reprieve coming from when she squeezed the heavy lids shut. “I really should’ve stayed home today.” She muttered, fumbling under the desk for the small bottle of painkillers, popping two pills with a swig of water. “Rent isn’t going to pay itself, though.” She forced herself to sit up and carefully rolled and rubbed her neck. She shook the computer mouse and woke the monitor. “Let’s make sure the files are properly being shared between locations.” She muttered under her breath, forcing herself to stay awake.

Time was finally running smoothly, as it was meant to be, as Loki finally finished the book he left off on and began a new one. The sunlight shone through the floor to ceiling windows beside his favorite little nook, giving a warmth to the room. Everything was as it should be. Quiet and perfect. No needless ford conversation, unwanted company, and petty animosity. He was able to breathe and simply be. Finishing his second book, he closed it with a soft thud and stretched. A passing glance at the clock had him sitting up in an instant.

“Nearly two already? I’ve been here far longer than I thought.” His schedule was fairly light today since the mission was being replanned and his training session was cancelled due to other members being sent out on missions or having other debriefings. “The dinning hall should be quieter now, and anyone who would think of talking to me should be long gone.” He smiled at his luck, returning the book to its proper place with a snap of his fingers as he stood and left the library.

Yes, all was right with the world once more and luck was finally on his side. Even the stares and whispers of the other agents could not dampen his mood as he made his way to the cafeteria with a slight bounce to his step. A small tune was poised on his lips, ready to be hummed in his sudden abundance of happiness when something odd caught his attention. He frowned at the small crowd of people that lingered at the entry. Had he been wrong about the time? He checked his phone for the time, and his frown deepened.

No, fifteen to two, the cafeteria should be quieter. So why are there so many people and blocking the door? He slowed his space to a near stop.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone fainted.”

“Fainted, where, here, when?!” He rolled his eyes at the bits of conversation he could hear.

If you’re unable to care for yourself, you should not be here. Such poor care makes you a liability, not an asset. He audibly scoffed, grabbing the attention of the crowd, which quickly parted for him. He wanted little to do with such useless gossip, and their fear of him was an asset at this moment. As he began to make his way through the path made for him when a familiar voice caught his attention. It was weaker than before, just as stuffy. He froze, looking down to see the librarian.

“I’m fine, just got dizzy.” She forced a smile that once again did not meet her eyes. 

“Y/N, you literally passed out and fell to the floor!”

“I’m fine, just tired from all my travels.” He watched as she used the wall to stand and push herself off of it, only to stumble forward. To his surprise, and everyone else’s, his arm shot out and caught Y/N before she fell forward.

“Librarian, get a hold of yourself.” He scoffed, ready to move his arm, but her lack of response and full weight on him made him pause. “Librarian, what game are you playing?” He stepped closer and turned her, so his arm was hooked around her back. Her eyes were closed, breathing was labored, and her body was on fire. It dawned on him then that her look was not a makeup choice. She was severely sick and was currently unconscious. “Librarian, get a hold of yourself!” He gently tried to shake her awake once more, to no avail. He called out once more, and a slight groan from her eased some of the worry that gripped at his heart. Hooking his other arm under her knees, he vanished in a flash of green and black as he turned on his heel. Captain America would have to excuse him for the use of magic, he was taking a team member to the medic after all.

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forgive me, father

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Summary: You've been having lewd dreams about the vicar in your small town for months now, and you march down to the church to confess your lust.

Pairing: Will Ransome x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k words

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors and pearl clutchers, if you know what's good for you, exit now); fingering; p in v; 1 cuss word; semi-public sex; dreams about some improper use of the altar; actual improper use of a confessional [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: in case you haven't watched Essex Serpent yet, he's a priest

There was one thing of which you were absolutely certain: When your time on this Earth is over, you would burn in the flesh-melting pits of Hell itself. You were no better than the leches that lurked outside of the tavern who lusted after the maidens who'd barely even begun to bleed.

Dare you say it, you may even be worse. Lusting after one that had already avowed himself to God. What type of lustful, wretched, depraved nymphomaniac would you be if you couldn't quell your desire for him? 

For Reverend William Ransome, the towering and devastatingly handsome priest of the small town that you resided in. 

Ever since you'd moved in to Aldwinter, the residents looked at you as if you had a strange mutation that only they could see. You were alien to them, with your vibrant, form-fitting dresses and your polished accent from what education you'd been allowed to receive in the city, there were nearly no souls for you to converse with for they didn't wish to acquaint themselves with someone so unknown to them.

And so landed the first nail in your metaphorical coffin, for the only soul in the quaint little town of Aldwinter willing to give you the time of day, the one who spoke with an education that matched--surpassed, even--your own, was none other than the Reverend himself. 

Even on that first encounter you felt that traitorous desire pooling between your legs. Why did he have to sound like thaton top of looking as if despite having sworn himself to the cloth it seemed as if he was sculpted for temptation by the devil himself? 

Now here you were, once again staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, unable to return to sleep after having another sinfully filthy dream about that frustratingly perfect unattainable man. If there was truth in the messages that the Scripture delivered, and God truly could see into your thoughts and dreams, then surely He had His palm to His face at the lecherous images that were conjured in your mind over one of His representatives on this plane of existence.

Laid out bare and supine on the altar staring up at the ceiling of wood faintly tinted by the light coming through the stained glass window, as the dear Reverend hooked your legs around him, the only sounds to pierce the silence of the church being that of your hips snapping together and the obscene squelching sounds of him entering you repeatedly at an unforgiving pace. 

But what had you violently waking up to find yourself face down on your bed with your legs spread and grinding your hips into the mattress were the final moments  of that deliciously sinful dream. Where Will had begun to roll his hips into yours in a decadent pace, pressing his lips to your neck and chest in tender kisses. Whispering tender promises into your skin about how he'd longed to finally make you his. How he was convinced that the heavens made you just for him. "And all of Aldwinter will know that for a fact when they see you carrying my child." 

You threw your arm over your eyes and let out a frustrated groan so loud you were sure you woke your neighbors. "This has gone on too long. These thoughts will either be exorcised or they will be buried. I refuse to be this heathen foolishly lusting after the vicar a moment longer. This ends tonight." 

That was how you ended up marching into the church, donning only a dressing robe thrown over your nightgown and your boots to shield your feet from the mud of the marshes, determined to confess and finally let all your lecherous thoughts out in the open. You were sure that that grump Matthew would be too groggy from being awoken at this ungodly hour that he would barely remember anything you'd tell him, and so these words would truly only be between you and God.

You hadn't gone to confession in a considerable time, let alone at such an hour that one did not know whether to call it 'late in the night' or 'early in the morning', but you could recall some slivers of information about how to proceed. You walked to the door of the sacristy, knocked three times, and then proceeded to the confessional, trying to recall what the next step was. 

There was a ledge near the latticed covered window that would allow the priest to speak with you from the other side, and there was also a kneeler by the entryway. Considering that you needed to pay penance for the debased thoughts in your rampant imagination, you figured that kneeling would be more appropriate, so you closed the curtain in front of you and set your knees on the leather-covered bench, waiting for a cue.

The sound of the curtain on the other side being drawn with more force than necessary made you jump. Sorry I had to wake you from your dreamscape litany, Matthew. You waited a few moments for the curate to situate himself on the ledge on his side and draw back the divider before you spoke. 

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you wavered, a large part of you ashamed for the words you were about to utter. "It had been…heavens, I haven't the faintest idea when I last confessed. I dare reckon it's been over a decade since my last confession," you admitted with a chuckle, hoping to inject some light into the thick guilt-ridden tension. 

All you received in response was a low grumble, making you roll your eyes at the curate's ornery demeanor. You took that sound as a cue for you to start stating your sins.

"I have been plagued with guilt over the last few months with the aftermath of the sins that I have committed in the privacy of my own home." You took a deep breath, the weight on your heart growing heavier with each passing moment. "I have been having licentious thoughts about a man I shouldn't desire. Wherever I turn, regardless of my efforts, he is there. Tempting me. Taunting me. Even when I close my eyes, when I dream, I dream of him. There's no escape.

"When he speaks of even the most mundane, or the most modest of subjects, all I can think of is how his voice sounds like a luxurious mix of fine silk and crushed velvet. And how that voice could get me to do the most unholy things, he need only ask. I think about how it would feel to lay with him, and what sinful words could be uttered from those deceptively angelic lips of his. I think about how those lips would feel on mine, or how they would feel pressing kisses down my body. 

"I think of his hands and how they look as if they were engineered for sin. With long, dexterous fingers that I'm sure would be devastating if they were inside me. I think about what his manhood would look like and how I'm sure thatwould utterly decimate me." You could hear the heavy breathing from the other side of the divider, smirking to yourself as you realized that your words had gotten to the ill-tempered judgmental man on the other side.

"I must atone for my sins," you finished. "So I've come here to confess them. And hopefully in doing so I would be better equipped with the defenses to never think as such again." 

You were only met with silence. 

"I don't know how to conclude this. Are you supposed to give me a set of prayers or--?"

"Kneel," was the only terse reply. As if you were being whipped with the word itself.

"I am kneeling," you whispered shakily, fearing now that the next move would be to drag you through the walkways of Aldwinter and be labeled the whore you felt you were. 

"Then stay on your knees, Y/N." 

It was as if ice cold water had been poured down the length of your spine, the harsh realization like a slap across your face. That voice. The voice that haunted your dreams and your waking thoughts. The voice that belonged to the man you'd just described in lurid detail that you wanted to do unspeakable things to you. 

You'd just confessed your fantasies about Will Ransome. To Will Ransome. 

Now would be a good time for the ground to open up a gateway to Hell itself and swallow me whole, you thought snidely.

You flinched at the sound of the curtain on his side being drawn, the motion even sharper than it had been minutes ago, as if he intended for the curtain to seem like it was slicing through the silence. Slicing into your soul and displaying your shameful lust for all to see. 

Perhaps if you waited long enough for him to return to the sacristy then you could quietly slip out of the church, and never return for another service again. Save up your money until you could leave Aldwinter altogether and put this humiliating lustful blunder behind you. Where he would only remain a prurient fantasy, and he had no power to turn into anything more damning for you. 

You'd been counting the seconds away, every inch of you trembling with your mortification, when the curtain in front of you was pulled back from the other side, making you flinch even harder. Your head snapped up and your doe-eyed gaze met the steel blue of Will's as he looked down at your face. His tall frame seemed even more imposing from this angle, filling you with a traitorous mix of apprehension and desire. 

That desire only intensified as your heart hammered in your chest when he began to sink to his knees as well, his face becoming almost level with yours as his hand moved to cup the side of your face, his thumb resting on your bottom lip and coaxing it into a pout. He breathed out your name, in a similar tone that he would use in service, in prayer. The tenderness in his tone took you aback, keeping you frozen in place despite every fibre of your being screaming at you to stand, to apologize, to run and never look back.

"Dear lovely Y/N," he murmured, leaning in so close that his breath was ruffling the hairs at the crown of your head. Just the smallest nudge closer and his lips would be ghosting across your skin. "Finish your confession, sweet girl." 

You fought the urge to fall against him as you felt him press the lightest of kisses to your temple. Finish? No, surely he didn't mean for you to utter the name. You couldn't. You wouldn't. "It is finished," you said in your attempt to evade him, your voice so inaudible it was barely a whisper that had got caught in the back of your throat.

The faintest whimper escaped your lips as he pressed a kiss to the side of your face, so close to your ear. "It is not finished until you utter the name of the one who makes you sin the way you do. The one who has so thoroughly penetrated your thoughts that you became compelled to come here and confess them to me on your knees."

This bloody devilish tempter. "I can't," you gasped as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, his fingers beginning to weave through your hair. "The admission would destroy me." 

"It won't." His closeness had led you to feel his words as much as hear them, the low timbre of his soft spoken answer rippling throughout the entirety of your body, adding fuel to the fire he had started within you long before you stepped foot into the church. Made worse by him bringing his free hand to your waist and curling his fingers around the curve of your body, thumb gently stroking the side of your stomach. "I can promise you that it won't, dear Y/N. I would never condemn you over something so natural. So human. But I do wish to know the name of the man who brought one of the most brilliant people I know to her knees." His lips ghosted across your cheek. "Name, sweet girl."

Perhaps if I say it he would back away in disgust and I can leave.  It was a desperate attempt, and it would hammer in the final nail in your coffin, but it was all you had now. What have I left to lose?

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to start running; the only drawback to this was that as your body tensed, his hold on you tightened. With a resigned sigh, you breathed the name. "Will Ransome."

His hold on you tightened by the slightest as he leaned back to look at you, his face devoid of the disgust and abhorrence you expected to find. Instead you couldn't rationalize what you were seeing as his eyes shone as if the stars themselves had taken up residence in them, his brows knitted together, and the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You tried to make a motion to pull away but he didn't budge, his hands still firmly keeping you in place as his thumbs began to stroke your skin once again. 

You held your breath as he leaned in, bringing his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your lips. And then it was as if your world had stopped when you felt him press a light, imperceptible kiss to your upper lip, followed by one to your bottom lip. It was on the third time his lips had grazed yours that you returned the kiss, eliciting a low groan from him and making him wrap his arm around you to press your body against his, the contact making you both moan into each other's mouths. 

Will held you tight as he led you both to stand, lifting you off your feet once he was standing upright and walking you into the confessional until your back was pressed against the wooden wall and he sat you down on the ledge. He reached back to haphazardly draw the curtain and cover the compartment before stepping between your legs, grabbing hold of the fabric of your nightgown and slowly hiking up the fabric to bare your legs to him. "All this time," he breathed, lifting his gaze to meet yours, the intensity in his eyes pinning you in place. "You could have been mine all this time."

You were still dreaming. You must be. There wasn't even the most remote of possibilities that those very same sinful hands that you'd fantasized about for months were currently working their way up your thighs, caressing your skin with a reverence as if he himself couldn't believe this was his reality, too. Only it wasn't reality. This was your mind playing the cruelest trick on you, giving you a fantasy so realistic you could swear on your life that it was real. 

Wasn't it?

Only the sounds of your whimpers getting caught in the back of your throat pierced the silence of the booth, the heavy curtain all but blocking out the rest of the world to you as one of his hands made its way between your legs, inching higher and higher as he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. "We're finished wasting time, my dear," he murmured into your neck, your sharp gasp shattering the deafening silence as you felt his fingers meet the slick evidence of your arousal.

You were torn between telling him he shouldn't do this, that it wasn't proper for him to do so, and begging him to keep going. To give in to your torturous desires since he seemed to be doing the same. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, biting the inside of your lips so hard they may very well have drawn blood to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape you once his fingers moved up and began to slowly rub circles over your clit.

"Don't silence yourself, sweetheart." You struggled to keep yourself muted as another moan tried to slip from your mouth as he pressed more fevered kisses to your neck, your vision blurring every time you felt his tongue dart out to lick at your skin. "Let me hear you." 

Just as you opened your mouth to set loose a moan that would have woken your neighbors had you been in your home, your blissful dream-like state was shattered by an ornery voice. "Father Ransome?" 

You clapped a hand over your mouth, fighting your body's urge to take heaving breaths, your stubborn denial causing your lungs to burn and your heart to beat even faster as your body begged for more. Whether it be more of the air or more of Will you couldn't tell anymore. Perhaps more of both.

The heavy-footed steps of the curate began to echo through the church, the sound of each step coming closer to where you were making the panic sink deeper into your soul. Truly you didn't fear what discovery of you would do; had it just been you getting caught doing something salacious in the booth to be shamed 'til Kingdom Come by the irrational curate, you'd have had no issues facing him and talking him down with your back straight and head held high. 

But this wasn't just you. Getting caught in this moment had graver consequences because it would implicate Will as a lech. His reputation in this naive, superstitious town would be wrecked. Because of you. For that and that alone, you endured the burning in your lungs as it begged for more air, as it begged you to take the heaving breaths. 

It didn't help in the least that it was at this moment that Will decided to test the strength of your resolve, continuing to press his lips along the column of your neck as his fingers resumed to rub slowly over the overly sensitive nub above your entrance. Now your breaths were slow and shuddering through your nose, the entirety of your body shaking with a mixture of the fear of getting caught and the wicked, sinful pleasure that the man before you was subjecting you to. "Perhaps you should stay quiet a little while longer, my dear girl," he whispered in your ear, his lips ghosting along the shell of it before he pressed a kiss to the skin behind it, letting out a low groan that you prayed wasn't heard outside. 

Your free arm hooked around his side, your hand clawing at his back the moment his fingers traveled down and entered you. Your throat burned with the silenced whimpers and moans that wished to not be kept in, all made worse when his free hand weaved through the hair at the base of your skull, tilting your head backward and exposing your throat for him to press fevered kisses to. 

"If you knew how I longed for you, Y/N," he groaned into your skin, the vibrations from his voice traveling all over your body and intensifying the pleasure already washing over you. "How I would lay in bed at night, sit alone in my study, or tonight in the sacristy. And I would touch myself to the thought of laying with you. Having you laid bare underneath me as I worshipped you." He pulled your hand away from your face and slanted his mouth over yours in a heated kiss, the whimpers finding their way out as his tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with your own just as his fingers curled upward and brushed against a spot inside of you that blurred your vision and had your hips involuntarily jerking against his touch, wantonly begging for more. 

The sound of heavy footsteps right outside the confessional, however, had you freezing against his touch. He broke the kiss gently, careful not to make any sounds as his lips pulled away from yours. You pleaded silently with your eyes for him not to move, to alleviate the burning in you even in the slightest, at least until one of the most notorious gossips in the town had wrongfully concluded that there was no one in the church.

His only answer was a devious glint in his eyes as he torturously continued the long, sensuous strokes of his finger against that spot inside of you, making you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you fought to keep your breathing even. 

"You haunted my waking thoughts and my dreams as well, sweet girl," he whispered as he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head. "And now I get to make you mine." 

The footsteps fell right by the curtain that shielded you both from the rest of the world. That heavy fabric now feeling as if it were the flimsiest cover, that anyone could see right through it if they looked hard enough. Perhaps if they squinted their eyes they would undoubtedly see the town's aberration of a woman corrupting their dear vicar. 

"I coulda sworn that wench from London walked in here," the grumpy voice mumbled right outside the confessional, his heavy footsteps heading toward the direction of the sacristy now followed by the sounds of heavy knocking. "Are you alright in there, Father Ransome?! I hope that wretched woman didn't dare try to charm you with her wiles." 

"Too late," Will murmured against your ear with a low chuckle that had you beside yourself. "I'm afraid you ensnared me since the moment I laid eyes on you." You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him, the honesty in his words placing an expression on his face so tender you swore to yourself you didn't deserve to see it, let alone be the reason for it. "I'm yours." 

You both stared at each other, a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth at every silent gasp that formed in your mouth as he kept on stroking that spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to climax. As the steps began to sound farther and farther away, he began to move faster, the smirk morphing into a devious grin as fragments of a whimper began to escape you.

And then the sound of the door closing as the ornery town gossip finally left the church echoed through the now empty sanctuary. "You're completely mad," you whined as his fingers moved faster inside you, an obscene moan breaking through the silence as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit once more.

"For you, sweetheart, I completely am." He pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as your hand traveled downward to palm him through his trousers. "Temptress," he hissed, nipping at your bottom lip. "Now come for me." 

You threw your head back against the wooden wall at his command, your walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as he eased you through your release. 

"Beautiful," he breathed, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin of your chest, close to your heart. The sound of the laces on his trousers being undone already had you ready for what ever else he may have in store for you. "I'm going to need you to come in for a different type of confession, sweetheart." Another moan escaped your lips -- the sound so sharp and loud you could nearly feel it reverberating in the wooden ledge that you were holding on to for dear life -- as you felt the tip of his manhood brushing along your folds. 

You shuddered as you breathed out his name, his lips still pressing kisses all over your collarbone, careful not to leave a mark on your skin. "What confession--Oh f-fuck!" Your head hit the wall as you began to feel him inching his way inside you, a delicious burn beginning as your walls stretched for him to fit.

"I'll need for us to do them somewhere more private. And more often. Just to be thorough." His lips found yours once again as he thrusted the slightest bit to fully sheathe himself inside you, your hips flush against each other, his kiss muffling the shriek that you let out from the salacious intrusion. "Perhaps nightly. In my home. Where no one can hear us confessing our lust for miles." 

A/N: And it's officially begun! Welcome to 14 Days of Valentines. Every day from now until Valentine's Day I will be posting a smut/smutty story involving either Tom or one of Tom's characters. I hope y'all like what I've come up with, and also I hope you check out all the amazing works in the collection not just by myself (those aren't amazing lol) but by fellow writers in the community.

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