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July 16 2017

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cheers-mrhiddleston:

Tom Hiddleston Once Did His Robert De Niro Impression for Robert De Niro

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Everyone needs a @hiddlescheekbones in their life

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im-loki:

Tom Hiddleston behind the scene of Kong: Skull Island

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Disney literally had like a three hour long panel today and did not give me either 1. A Thor trailer or 2. An announcement of Tom as Roger in a new 101 Dalmatians so honestly what even was the point of D23 this year

July 15 2017

July 14 2017

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twh-news:

twh-news:

Thor: Ragnarok in D23 Expo & San Diego Comic Con 2017

While no attendance or any further details have been confirmed, it is very likely for Tom to attend both events. Here are the times for Marvel panels in upcoming fan events:

D23EXPO
Saturday July 15 at 10.30 am PT / 6.30 pm UK time

HOW TO WATCH D23 ONLINE
Plenty of videos and photos on both Twitter and Instagram on hashtag #d23expo (on twitter also several live streams on periscope included). #d23expo on twitter | #d23expo on Instagram

SAN DIEGO COMIC CON
July 22 at 5:30 pm PT / 1:30 am UK time

Here are details on how to watch SDCC if you’re at home

UPDATED INFO ON HOW TO WATCH D23!!!!

Tom’s probably going to be in Atlanta at least until the 18th so I doubt (Maybe???) D23 at the present moment

I think I may do a big like Loki giveaway around October to celebrate the premiere, maybe along the lines of the big Crimson Peak one I did? Funkos, maybe a shirt, a calendar if there’ll be one. Will probably open it up to international too.

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loptrlaufey:

Loki Love *

July 13 2017

Working for the Weekend

the-hiddleston-twins:

cheers-mrhiddleston:

TITLE OF STORY: Working for the Weekend
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: One Shot
AUTHOR: cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER:  AU Jag!Tom and Exec!Tom as Twins
GENRE: Smut
FIC SUMMARY: Amanda’s feeling some Friday boredom at the Hiddleston offices, but luckily, Thomas calls with a solution.
RATING: M
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: Just some good old phone smut.
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Stand alone one shot in the twins’ universe, taking place after WYIM, after the one shot Share and Share Alike, but before the sequel ETTR. You can check out the entire twins universe here!


Only a few more hours until the weekend, Amanda told herself. She was desperately in need of an American Horror Story binge with that new bottle of wine she had gotten on a grocery run.

She sighed, bored as the last few hours of the day at Hiddleston Corporations dragged on. She may have considered asking to leave early, but she knew she wouldn’t actually be able to leave. Her loyalty kept her seated at her desk day in and day out.

Not that she would ever complain. Especially when William would occasionally come by and discreetly ask for her to join him in his office.

Keep reading

Surprise one shot!

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Working in a lingerie shop is weird cuz you get asked by swinger couples visiting from LA to be their unicorn for the night and you’re just like “I’m just here to sell bras do you not want some bras”

July 12 2017

Working for the Weekend

TITLE OF STORY: Working for the Weekend
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: One Shot
AUTHOR: cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER:  AU Jag!Tom and Exec!Tom as Twins
GENRE: Smut
FIC SUMMARY: Amanda’s feeling some Friday boredom at the Hiddleston offices, but luckily, Thomas calls with a solution.
RATING: M
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: Just some good old phone smut.
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Stand alone one shot in the twins’ universe, taking place after WYIM, after the one shot Share and Share Alike, but before the sequel ETTR. You can check out the entire twins universe here!


Only a few more hours until the weekend, Amanda told herself. She was desperately in need of an American Horror Story binge with that new bottle of wine she had gotten on a grocery run.

She sighed, bored as the last few hours of the day at Hiddleston Corporations dragged on. She may have considered asking to leave early, but she knew she wouldn’t actually be able to leave. Her loyalty kept her seated at her desk day in and day out.

Not that she would ever complain. Especially when William would occasionally come by and discreetly ask for her to join him in his office.

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No, she would certainly never complain about that. Both her and William had kept up an amazing job of not revealing that they were connected any further than boss and secretary. Her arrangement with the twins had helped her in almost every aspect of her life – except, she tried to forget, the fact that there was no promise to take their relationship beyond the bedroom. Ever. Not with both of them, and certainly not with just one.

Not even with Thomas.

The phone ringing jolted her out of her own thoughts, and in her haste to relieve some of the boredom she didn’t bother to check the caller ID.

“William Hiddleston’s office,” she recited in a sing-song voice. “Amanda Tremaine speaking.”

“What do your panties look like, Amanda?”

Thomas’s voice crept into her ear and made her entire body shudder to the point that she nearly dropped the office phone to her desk. Her back straightened as she swallowed a gasp, instinctively looking around to make sure no one had heard the dirty question, though she knew in her heart no one had.

“Darling?”

“T-Thomas, I -”

“I asked you a question, Amanda.”

Oh god. His words were pure sex, and her legs pressed together on their own accord. Nearly a year of sleeping with him, and it seemed like every time he spoke to her, he had more power over her.

“Thomas, I’m-I’m-”

“Working. I’m well aware.” His voice was lower, more gravely over the phone. Like it sounded sometimes after he’d smoked a few cigarettes. But still, she reveled in every word that came through the receiver. “Your panties. Now.”

Amanda knew not to argue with the tone he’d used on that last word. As she took a deep breath, she wondered if she could lie and say she had forgone that panties. But she also knew Thomas well enough that, without even seeing her, he would tell she was lying.

“They’re… they’re red.”

“Just red, darling?”

“Yeah - yes. Red with, with um, lace trim. Along the hip.”

“Mm. Good girl,” Thomas mused, and Amanda felt herself light up at the familiar phrase. “Now, take them off for me.”

Her eyes widened and once again her head whipped around to make sure she was the only soul around. “What?”

“You heard me, Manda.”

She swallowed and tugged at the end of her hair. “I… I… Okay, I’ll be ri-”

“Oh no no no, baby. Right where you are.”

The command both scared her and turned her on. How like Thomas this game was.

She stammered, “But I’m, I’m at my desk and -”

“Yes. As I said, right where you are.”

“But how -”

He cut her off with a ready answer. “Press the phone between your cheek and shoulder and slip them off. You’re wearing a skirt, aren’t you? It shouldn’t be too hard. And you can be very discreet, darling.”

“Thomas -”

“Aren’t you my good little girl, Amanda?”

Her eyes closed, just as they always did when he called her that. The effect he had on her was so strong, and part of her hated how attached she had become. But another part, a bigger part, was fully willing to do any Thomas said.

“Okay.”

“A very good girl, doing just as I say,” he exhaled heavily, and she heard him shift in his chair. “You’re making me hard, baby.”

She couldn’t help it; a whimper escaped her lips.

Thomas chuckled at the small sound, and Amanda bit her lip. “Do it now, baby.”

She cast a glance over her shoulder to William’s office doors, completely shut and closing her off from the closest person. She checked the elevator and the nearby hallway: all clear.

Still biting her lip, she pressed the phone against her cheek and bunched up her skirt under her desk, her fingers finding the lace on her hips and tugging down as fast as she could. The panties fell around her ankles, and she stepped her heeled feet out of them before they fell to the floor. With one hand, she crumpled the small fabric into her fist and flattened her skirt with the other.

“I’ve done it, Thomas,” she almost whispered.

“Are they wet, darling?”

She had known before she stripped them off that they were, but now that she was naked under her skirt, she was fully aware of just how wet. “Thomas -”

“I know that are,” he groaned, and Amanda wondered if he has palming himself through his trousers. Or even -

“Put them in you purse,” he continued, breaking her from her wandering thoughts. “And don’t even think about putting them back on.”

A chill ran over her as she did so, and she crossed her legs. “Yes, sir.”

“I love when you called me ‘sir,’ baby.” His voice was breathy and low, like how it was when he would press his lips against her ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”

Amanda whimpered again, hiding her face in her hands. She was supposed to start working at his office soon on the new plan the twins had concocted; though she suspected she would more time in Thomas’s office than actually doing work. The man was insatiable.

Not that she would ever complain.

“Tell me you’re free tonight,” he said.

“I am.”

“And the rest of the weekend?”

She found herself biting her lip again. “I, I don’t think I’ve got anything, sir.”

“So if I called my brother and told him to bring you to our house, right now, without stopping at your flat to pick up a change of clothes,” Thomas said, casually proposing something that made Amanda hold her breath, “would you stay with us?”

“You know I would.” The honest admission fell out of her before she could stop it.

“I do know, baby.” Something in his voice reassured her that her candor hadn’t been missed. “My cock is hard as fuck, Amanda. Will you take care of that for me when I see you?”

She licked her lips, imagining the taste of him on her tongue. “Yes, sir, I will.”

“My sweet girl. Behave yourself for just a little longer.” He sighed. “I’ll call William now, he’ll bring you home.”

“Okay, Tho -” The call clicked off before she could finish his name, but she didn’t want to think about the twinge of disappointment that poked at her.

She returned the phone to its dock, realizing how hot her face was after the ordeal. A peak of red was visible in her purse to remind her of the act, but amazingly, she didn’t feel any shame for it.

At least it had alleviated the boredom.

Behind her, William’s door flew open, and she turned in her chair to see her lover and boss staring at her with barely contained hunger.

“You’re not wearing any panties?” he asked, not even trying to be discreet.

Amanda’s mouth dropped open, no sound coming out.

“Jesus Christ, tell me you’re wet, sweetheart,” he said, gripped the door frame with white knuckles.

Somehow, she nodded.

“Oh, fuck.” William looked down the hall to make sure the coast was clear. “We’re going to the house, right now.”

“I -”

“Grab your purse.” William reached behind the door to grab his briefcase before pulling Amanda by the hand to the lift, making her nearly falter in her heels.

They waited, side by side, but not too close together, for the doors to open for them. Amanda heard her heart in her ears, knowing exactly what was in store for her for the next forty-eight hours.

“Hand them to me,” William said, not taking his eyes off the doors.

“What?”

“Thomas said they’re in your purse.” He turned to her, and she gasped at his blue eyes. “Hand them. To me.”

Without breaking his gaze, she dug her hand into the bag, grabbing onto the scrap of lace and holding it out to him, now hardly caring if someone rounded the corner to see the exchange.

His large hand swallowed the panties, hiding them completely before he slipped them into his pocket at the same moment the doors finally opened.

They barely closed behind them before William’s briefcase hit the floor, and Amanda was pressed back to the cold wall of the lift, William’s hands hard on her hips. Her own purse fell from her grip onto the floor by her shoes.

“You’re ours for the weekend, then?” he whispered, his hand starting to slip under the blouse.

“Yes,” she whimpered, meeting his eyes, and once again she was very aware of her lack of panties.

“Mm. All ours.” His hand cupped her breast, her nipples hardening at his touch. “But for just a bit…” She gasped as he fell to his knees, lifting her skirt up. “You’re all mine, baby.”

In a flash, his head had disappeared under the fabric of her skirt, and just before he pressed his tongue to her, Amanda thought about the consequences of what would happen if the lift door opened to a stranger. But the second she felt William find his place between her legs, the worry slipped away.

Not that she would ever complain.

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cheers-mrhiddleston:

Tom vs. The Door - Nerd HQ 2016

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