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Tom Hiddleston Sexy Prompts
Drabbles/Fics I wrote based on 410 SMUT PROMPTS on Tumblr.
I asked for up to 3 numbers and a Tom Hiddleston character for me to work with.
I am NOT taking any more requests for now.
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Tom Hiddleston (and characters) Smut Prompts Requests
All stories are 18+. Warnings and content on each post.
Links under the cut.
Unprofessional - Tom Hiddleston
Bathroom Break - Dom!Tom Hiddleston
Dark and Dirty - Father Hiddleston
Yes, Ma'am - Sub!Tom Hiddleston
Are You a Virgin, Hazeldine? - Bill Hazeldine
You Want To Be a Brat? - Dom!Professor Hiddleston (part I)
Then This Is What You Get - Dom!Professor Hiddleston (part II)
It was a calculated risk to crash his class wearing a skirt and no panties, but you were feeling bratty. His voice never faltered, he never lost track of his speech, but the fire in his eyes and the tent in his pants were a dead give away. He was going to punish you, but you didn’t care, at least not while flashing him your pussy from the front row as he paced around the room.
You even dared to touch yourself before the class was dismissed! The nerve!
As soon as he ended the presentation, the class started to walk out. You stayed put on your seat until the room was empty and the door locked.
“Is this too much?” you asked, opening your legs wide for him while feigning innocence.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing, and the rules you’re breaking.”
“But you liked it!” you said with a pout. “Your hard-on can be seen from the moon!”
Tom looked down to his pants and smirked. “And I know exactly what I am doing about it right now.”
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. Your cunt gushed! He was about to have his way with you and nothing made you wetter, ever.
“Where are your panties?” he said.
“In- in my bag.”
“Put them on.”
Nodding, you did as you were told. But you had only pulled them halfway up your thighs when he grabbed you and pushed you face forward on the desk. Without warning, he pushed his hard cock in your cunt and fucked the lights out of you. Your moans and whimpers mixed with the indecent squelching of your dripping cunt being ravaged, and with the desk squeaking under your weight.
Your juices were dripping down your legs, and your cunt squeezed his cock. He was fucking you hard, and surely the table would leave a mark on your legs. And you lovedit!
“Don’t you dare come, you slut.” He emphasised his words with a slap on your ass.
“Please!!!” you yelped.
But he did not budge. His pace increased and his cock swelled up. He pulled your hair to keep you in place as he came, filling your cunt with his seed. Your legs were jelly, and you were trembling from head to toe, waiting for him to allow you to cum. But he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled out and pulled your panties up. Your juices and his cum got the fabric wet and sticky. You turned your head and glared at him over your shoulder.
“Are you serious?” you spat.
“I am,” he said with a cocky smile.
Using your hair, he pulled you to a standing position and fixed your clothes for you. You were still shaking, on the edge of orgasm and angry as hell.
“Don’t even give me that face. You want to be a brat? Then this is what you get.” He smirked at you as he smoothed your hair down. “Don’t you dare clean up until I get home, I’ll deal with you then.” He leaned closer and growled menacingly in your ear. “Rest assured, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
