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Reading Thirst Tweets {Tom Ellis}

"Tom Ellis is literally daddy. He could honestly damn my soul to an eternity of hell and I'd still suck his dick," Tom read.

"Same," you said.

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"Hi everyone, I am Tom Ellis. I play Lucifer on 'Lucifer'," Tom introduced.

"And I am Y/N Ellis. I play his wife in real life," you smiled as if to tell all the people watching this that's he is off limits.

"And we are going to be reading thirst tweets," you two said at the same time.

"Yep, most couples take vacations to Hawaii but not us. We read thirst tweets," you said.

"Again with Hawaii? You said you were fine with not going."

Instead of replying, you just gave Tom a look that said 'shut the fuck up' and that he did.

He just pulled out the first tweet from the thirst jar and began reading.

"This one's for you actually," he said, handing it to you.

"Really?" you asked. "It says, 'is it just me or does Y/N Ellis give off Dom vibes? I feel like she could push me against the wall, tell me to call her Mistress and I'd be okay with it' and they have the hiding monkey emoji."

You looked to the camera, placed your hand on your chest and aw'd.

"Thank you," you said. "And I am a dom actually."

"Only on Weekends," Tom said.

"Only on weekends," you agreed with a nod.

Then Tom pulled out another tweet but this time it was addressed to him.

"'Tom Ellis is my daddy. I don't care what anybody else says. He is my daddy. Periodt."

Tom then smiled away and said 'Thank you'. He pulled out another piece of paper and read it.

"'Is it just me or are Y/N and Tom Ellis like the hottest couple ever???? Like damn, yes, give me that white and milk chocolate swirl. I. Am. Ready. "

"You know, it's funny," you spoke. "I knew you got thirst tweets. I never knew I did too."

"Seriously?" Tom asked. "I wouldn't be surprised if most of these thirst tweets were about you. I mean, every tweet I post about is basically a thirst tweet."

You shrugged with a nod.

"True."

Tom pulled out another piece of paper but then burst into laughter as soon as he saw it. He immediately handed it to you.

"It's about you," he said. "You need to read it for yourself. It's too good."

"Okay. 'Can Y/N Ellis please just step on my throat as she pours hot butter on my body while the nightcore version of 'Despacito' plays on full blast and she whispers, Taste The Rainbow'?"

You turned to the camera with your mouth agape, clearly traumatized meanwhile Tom was still laughing his ass off.

"Why?" you breathed out. "What's wrong? Is everything okay at home? Are you okay? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Careful, darling, your 'mom' is showing," Tom joked.

"I just want to know why someone would post something like this? I am genuinely concerned."

Tom just pulled out another piece of paper.

"'Tom Ellis is the definition of Big Dick Energy'," he read cockily.

"Oh, sweetie, don't set yourself up for disappointment like that," you said to the camera.

"Excuse me, if 'sadgirlpoolparty' thinks I exude Big Dick Energy then I exude Big Dick Energy," Tom defended.

"Yeah, but I'm the only one who's actually seen your dick," you retorted. "And it's not big. It's huge."

"This is why you're my wife," Tom smiled.

"I hope the girls don't see this," you laughed, thinking about your sixteen year old twins' probably mortified faces.

"They most probably are."

You smiled at the cameras and started waving then Tom joined.

"Hi, Harper. Hi, Morgan. Look, it's mommy and daddy," you greeted.

"Oh God, I hope they're not TikTok-ing," Tom added.

He pulled out another paper.

"Oh look, another one about both of us," he said. "'I would sell all of my possessions just to have Tom Ellis blow my back out while Y/N Ellis blows his back out'."

"How would that work? 'Cause like, you'd be blowing their back out but somehow I'm also blowing your back out?"

"No, no, no, you don't worry about me blowing their back out. Your only concern should be blowing my back out while I blow their back out," Tom explained.

"But how?" you asked. "Do I need to get like a strap-on or something? What's happening?"

Tom just laughed and pulled out the last piece of paper.

"This one's for you. Do you want to read it?"

"No, last time I read a dirty tweet about me, I ended up getting traumatized," you said.

"You mean, like five minutes ago?"

"Precisely."

"Fine then, I'll read it, you big baby," Tom mocked then he cleared his throat. "'Just the mere thought of Y/N Ellis makes my bussy vibrate'."

"Wait, that's it?" you asked and Tom nodded. "That's not bad, that's really sweet."

Tom tilted the thirst jar to make sure it was empty, which it was.

"And that was the final tweet. Congratulations, love, you made it. You survived. I'm so proud of you," Tom said.

"Thank you, I'm proud of me too. I expected much worse tweets. These weren't that bad except for the one that traumatized me. It will haunt my dreams now and forever more."

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"So anyway, I'm Tom Ellis."

"And I'm Y/N Ellis."

"And this was, 'Reading Thirsty Tweets'."