The Slore Zone

Ask me anything   A Slore zone for Tom Hiddleston [with the once in a blue moon Cumberbatch, Deen, Jensen, and/or Seb Stan]; Sometimes/ usually NSFW. There's cursing, skin, and fangirling regularly. Every once in a while a random may get posted. WHat can I say..? I'm Thirsty.

Dearest Thomas,

yellowwhaleeye:

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thorwoman20:

sneakypeen:

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Please, please, don’t ever change.

laterovaries

*gobblegobblegobble*

I want that as topping for my ice cream.

(via my-dear-ladydisdain)

— 8 hours ago with 1087 notes

chrisevansscruff:

The Best Beards on Chris ♥♥♥

(via ba-dum-tish)

— 9 hours ago with 174 notes

burdenedwithgloriousassbutt:

The heart, the outcast, the villain.
Tom Hiddleston talks about Loki.

you forgot the best one

(Source: fincheese, via cumbercheekstoner)

— 9 hours ago with 17468 notes
Anonymous asked: Lmao Tom Hiddleston's eyes look like they can devour a soul, but I bet that dick game can give new life


Answer:

angelica-aswald:

LMAOOOOOO! YES

I have never read something so accurate before

— 9 hours ago with 15 notes
Caught: An AU Tom Hiddleston One Shot

ophelia-tagloff:

Caught: An AU Tom Hiddleston One Shot


Which Character: noir!Tom


Author: Ophelia Tagloff


This fic is rated M NSFW 18+


Special Warnings: This fic blurs the line of consent. This may act as a trigger. I AM IN NO WAY CONDONING THIS IN REALITY. This is a fantasy. Other than that, you’ll get some rough play, choking, spanking, a knife makes an appearance. Tom is a bad guy. Prepare yourself.


A/N: This is my noir!Tom one shot. There will not be much plot here. What can I say? Shut up. You love it.

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I flicked my brass cigarette lighter nervously, staring at the flame as it flared up then snapped it shut. Crossing my legs, I looked at the man sitting behind the desk. He was reading a newspaper, his features blank. He sat the paper down and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply.


He blew out a long puff smoke and gestured toward the paper, cigarette in hand, “You know anything about this?”


"N-no, Tom," I stuttered.


He smiled and took another long drag, “Of course you don’t, Marie.”
I smoothed my skirt over my knee, my eyes cautiously met his. He stared at me, sizing me up. He brought the cigarette to his lips once more. He inhaled, his eyes lingering at the scoop neck of my dress, then over my stocking-clad calves.

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— 19 hours ago with 144 notes

corrail:

Emma and Tom having a chat during the GQ Men of the Year Awards

(Source: rebloggy.com)

— 19 hours ago with 588 notes