#jaguar tom hiddleston x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

five-miles-over · 7 months

Text

Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (To You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Also, my sincerest apologies - they all turned into mini-fics.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Reverend Will would propose to you after a Sunday roast dinner, after your family invited him to your home. You were helping to clear the table with the rest of the ladies in your family when Will coughed to announce his presence. At once, everyone cleared the dining room, leaving you alone with the vicar.

"A word please?" He politely called you by name, his hands clasped in front of him. Will sat you down in one of the empty chairs. Gods how he wanted to reach out and tuck one of your stray hairs behind your ear in that very moment, one of the intimate things that he longed to do with you. Intimate things that would be proper in the eyes of God if you were his lawfully wedded wife. He did not sit down, and gently began talking to you. "For some time, I have been charmed by you. Not just your looks, that is not to say that you are not a lovely woman. You are most lovely, but I have also been charmed by your kindness, your humility, and your…virtue."

Will knelt before you, looking up with the most earnest gaze. "If you will bestow upon me the fortune of being your husband, then in return I shall do everything to keep you safe and comfortable. I shall speak to your father, and we will be wedded in holy matrimony. You and I shall walk together upon this path of life, and I have no doubt that a virtuous woman like you will aid me in carrying out what the Lord decrees of us. My sweetest, please say that you will marry me."

Henry V from The Hollow Crown

With Henry, there was not much of a proposal to begin with. The marriage between you and the King of England was arranged by your father and his men, along with the king and his men. Still, Henry coaxed your father into having at least one private audience with you before the wedding ceremonies, so that he may properly court you as any suitor would.

'My dearest lady," Henry began as soon as he was alone with you in his study while your father and his men stood vigil outside. "Lower thy veil, and let me behold your face." He reached forward and removed the hood of your cloak, smiling as he beheld your beauty for the first time. "Cheeks rosier than the flowers that bloom in springtime. Your lips and eyes are so enticing, they call to me like sirens. Yours is a face that I shall never tire of seeing.

I confess to you, my lady, that words are not my greatest strength. Were it so easy that I could simply strap on armor or fire an arrow into a target or vault into my saddle for a wife, I should quickly vault for a wife. Alas, tis not so. For a woman's heart is truly one of the most difficult conquests to embark upon. Nevertheless, tis a conquest that I shall duly pursue if you can deign to love me.

If you can love such a man as me, someone whose words are not their strongest suit and someone whose fidelity to you is true, then take me. Take a soldier, and in taking a soldier, you will take a king." Henry knelt before you and offered you his hand. "Sweetest of all maidens, canst thou love me?"

Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard

"I have called you to discuss a matter of great importance, my lady." Loki enunciated the formal title at the end in an attempt to conceal the butterflies in his stomach. He summoned you to the palace gardens at the house before twilight, when the sky would be decorated with streaks of orange and pink. You walked alongside him through the bushes and the groves of flowers. Loki clasped his hands behind her back, walking as if he ruled every inch of earth on which he stepped.

He continued, "Yes, tis true that Thor, my brother, is the one whom my father has decreed to ascend the throne of Asgard," The younger prince of Asgard looked forward with a solemn expression while you listened with intrigue. "But he is incompetent." Loki turned to you. "He is idiotic and brash. You know as well as I do that he does not encompass the values of a king.

"Was he not the one who wished to invade Jotunheim alone, my prince?" You stopped in your tracks, just as the sun began setting into the horizon behind you.

"Yes, he was. It was all his idea, my lady." Loki did not bother to include his role in instigating Thor, it would not help him in this moment whatsoever. If he delayed this moment any further, he was convinced the words would be stuck in his throat, forever unable to escape. "You are one of the few people with whom I can share these thoughts, my lady." He sighed, his gaze fixated upon you and your beauty. "It is why I have called you here. In the coming future, I will need to protect Asgard from my brother's foolishness. And for that I should like to have a worthy companion by my side."

Loki conjured a shining dagger with a gold hilt out of thin air and promptly fell to one knee before you. The hilt of the dagger was engraved with the words, 'Min hærr, duonningen av mitt hjerte' (My beloved, Queen of my heart) Still on bended knee, Loki looked up at you with an expression of innocence that you never knew existed within him - wide eyes, baited breath, a meek expression. As if all his life were being wagered on a single thing right now.

"I wish to make you my wife," Loki declared, his lips trembling. "Should you accept, I will bring my proposal to your family, and then we will be wed with due ceremony. And if you decide otherwise, then I shall…" he swallowed, "I shall respect your choice."

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

"This looks like something stolen from the Graham Norton Show." You raised an eyebrow when Loki handed you an orange and purple card.

"It's a scavenger hunt." Loki said with a twinkle in his eye. "Every clue leads you to the next one."

"I know how a scavenger hunt works, Loki." You rolled your eyes and flipped over the card. "Was this your idea, or is this some ridiculous team-bonding activity put together by Steve Rogers?"

"No. You see,…I have some errands to do, but at the same time, I have an obligatory excursion with the Lady Valkyrie."

You crossed your arms. "So why the scavenger hunt?"

Loki brightly answered. "Well, it makes the errands all the more fun!"

"Alright, but you owe me, Loki."

"Good girl." The God of Mischief kissed you not the cheek and disappeared into thin air.

You glanced down and saw that the first card, which told you to pick up six cupcakes ordered under Loki's name. The cupcakes were from a specific café….that just so happened to be the place where you and Loki had your first date, which was set up by a far-too-enthusiastic Thor. The moment you got there, a waiter brought you a "complimentary" cupcake of your favorite flavor…along with another orange and purple card.

The second card took you to the library, on the pretext of picking up a book that was on hold for Loki. There, the librarian handed you the book - Divine Comedy by Dante - and another book that you recognized. It was Pride and Prejudice, one of the first pieces of "Midgardian literature" that you introduced to Loki, a book that you were all too happy to fangirl over. But inside the book was - yes- another orange and purple card.

The third card sent you to pick up Loki's dry-cleaning. (Really, Loki? Dry cleaning?) At the dry-cleaners, the person at the register handed you a transparent garment bag containing a black tuxedo with a ruffled white shirt. And then you were given a second garment bag with an emerald green gown embellished with diamonds. You couldn't help but stare a few moments at the pretty, expensive-looking gown. Before the person at the register could hand you another card, you made a mental note to ask Loki about the gown and whom it was for. You guessed it was probably for himself for the times he was feeling fabulous. Actually, Loki also liked to wear absolutely nothing when he was feeling his most fabulous…but that didn't matter right now.

The fourth card took you to the park where Loki confessed his love for you for the first time, on the pretext of picking up Loki's forgotten jacket and buying a bouquet of white flowers.

The fifth card took you across the city just to get a particular bottle of liquor that Loki had liked. Okay, now this guy was having a little too much fun with you right now.

You were relieved when the sixth card, given to you by the liquor store clerk, led you back to the Avengers compound, to the same room where you began this entire scavenger hunt. You huffed a little, setting the box of cupcakes, the books, the two garment bags, Loki's jacket, the flowers, and liquor gently on a table. "Loki? Loki, where are you?"

Loki stood in the middle of the Avengers' common room, wearing polished gold armor over a black and green leather tunic with long, dark trousers. His hair was combed perfectly in place, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stood surrounded by a few candles and fairy lights hanging against the curtains.

"Okay, I need answers…" You sighed, already tired from running around all afternoon. "Loki, I got your things, just tell me what the gown is for and the…the liquor and the…Are you throwing a party or something?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?!" You gulped, reaching for the nearest couch. "I…what? You're getting married, why didn't you tell me? And…" You felt your head start to spin, preparing yourself for the worst. Whatever happened to all the times he said he loved you? Was he just using you to put together some kind of romantic gesture for someone else, just a tool?! Perhaps this is what you get for letting the God of Mischief into your life. Betrayal. "Well, I hope they make you happy, Loki." You relented, putting your head in your hands.

"She does."

"Good." You murmured, trying your best not to cry in this moment. That was the last thing you wanted him to see. "Is that gown for her too?"

"Hm-hm. Of course, it'll probably end up on the floor after the engagement party, hehe."

"Loki, I am in no mood for your jokes right now." After a few moments, you looked up.

"Come on,…have a sense of humor."

"NO!" You yelled, getting up from the couch. "No, I will not have a sense of humor right now! You used me! You used me, and lied to me. You told me to do all of these errands, like picking up dry cleaning, and buying liquor, without telling me that you were going to propose to someone else! You could have at least told me, just so I'd have some kind of closure. But no, you couldn't even think to do that. You told me it was a scavenger hunt, like I wasn't worth knowing the truth.

I...I did this because I care about you, Loki! I care about you like some kind of idiot who actually thought that you might like me the same way that I liked you. That right there, making me like you might just be the worst thing you have ever done me." You took a moment to breathe, and ran your hands through your hair.

"Ugh…And you made me even pick up her engagement dress! What kind of person makes someone do that?!" You couldn't even think about the words you were spitting out, too busy with the hot tears clouding your vision.

"The kind of person who knows how good it'll look when you wear it."

"What?!" You were taken aback all of a sudden.

Loki approached you with a hint of nervousness. "Darling, you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I'm not easy to be with, that I drive you mad sometimes, and I make you put up with a lot. I...I should've practiced this more." He laughed under his breath. "Why didn't I?" Blinking, he pushed his hair back before continuing.

"What I'm trying to say is,...my life has never been the same since I met you. You're the most steadfast ally, a wonderful friend, and best of all, you are the most passionate and loyal person I have ever known. I could never imagine my life without you, and I never want to. That's how much I love you."

The God of Mischief fell to one knee, and held up a small emerald ring with a gold band.

"Will you marry me?"

Bil Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, sweetheart." Bill pulled his father's car into a driveway, and took your hand. "Just close your eyes, alright?"

"Alright…" After a few steps, you could hear Bill opening a door and the sound of a shopkeeper's bell, along with the muted conversations of various patrons. The scents of vanilla and grease reached you almost immediately.

Bill held you close and whispered that you could open your eyes now.

When you opened your eyes, you laughed a little. "We haven't been here in a while…"

"You remember it?"

"How could I ever forget?" You kissed him on the cheek, and let him find a table for you.

Bill's proposal began with him taking you to the milkshake diner where the two of you had your first date. After a bit of small talk over a banana split, Bill not-so-discretely excused himself. While you sat at the table with your spoon and checked your phone, Bill made his way to the jukebox with his hands in his jeans' pockets, feeling the small box inside. He'd almost thought about wearing a suit for this occasion, but his mum said it would make you suspicious. And his father suggested hiding the ring inside your ice cream to be more romantic , but Bill was terrified by the idea of you accidentally choking. Yes, keeping the ring with him was a better idea.

Bill took a deep breath and slipped a coin into the jukebox, flipping through the various tracks to find one of the songs you enjoyed. When he found one, he pressed play and called your name. Bill extended his hand out, offering to dance with you. He twirled you, and the two of you swayed in time with the music, smiling all the while. At the end of the song, Bill proudly kissed you on the lips.

He gently said your name, and pushed a bit of hair out of your face. "You're the one I want to dance with to every song…There's just no one like you, no one I could ever dream of that's just as wonderful as you are." Bill reached in his pocket for the small box, and fell to one knee, not caring who might be watching you in the diner. Inside the small box was a 0.3-carat diamond ring with a silver band. "Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world, and marry me?"

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Coriolanus invited your family to dine with him and his mother one night on the pretext of an important matter concerning two important families of Roman nobility. It was not the first time he'd done such a thing, inviting your family to break bread with him and his mother. He had even visited your father's home before, sharing wine with your father and your brothers from time to time. It was through those meetings that Coriolanus fell more in love with your smile, the way you bit your lip when you were thinking,…and even the way your laugh infected him like a plague. And if there was anything more deadly to him than your simple, unadulterated laughter, then it was your beauty which had him fighting the urge to smile whenever you walked into a room or whenever he heard your voice.

But despite his best efforts, it became quickly aware to everyone in your family how besotted the general was with you. The way his head unintentionally bowed whenever he was in your presence, as if you were the sun and he would go blind if he looked you straight in the eye, never went unnoticed. The fact that you were the only person who could make him laugh, and that the simple mention of your name was enough to make the powerful General and conqueror of Corioles lower his usual barking voice made your family - and anyone else in the general's presence - giggle under their breath.

So when everyone had finished the prima mensa, Coriolanus stood up and raised his cup. "I have called you here tonight, to make a proposition," he declares with the same voice that he would use to speak to the Senate. "An alliance between our families…" The general turned his gaze to you for a moment, and exhaled to calm his racing heart, which only quickened when you looked back up at him. "If you will bestow upon me this honor, I wish to make your daughter…my wife. She is virtuous, and kind,…endowed with a noble background."

He waved for two of the servants of his household to present your mother and father with gifts of imported silk and valuable coins. And for you, the general had his servant gift place a set of golden jewelry - a girdle, five bracelets, and a layered necklace with rubies - in your lap. Underneath the girdle was a small piece of parchment with the words,

"I long to see you wearing these on our wedding night, my lady. Only these."

You turned red, and looked up and the general, politely expressing your thanks.

"Should you accept," Coriolanus gave you a nod and turned to your family. "We shall make our alliance official in the presence of the gods. Your daughter shall be my wife, and I her husband. I will defend her from harm and protect her, as I have defended Rome time and time again. Your daughter will be cared for, and all I ask for in return, is your fidelity. Pledge to me your allegiance, for I shall need your influence when the time comes for the elections in the Senate.

Instead of a dowry give me your loyalty, and I swear that your priceless gem of a daughter will want for nothing for as long as I live. Do I have your word?"

Oakley from Unrelated

"Let's get married." Oakley off-handedly said while the two of you stood outside, leaning against the wall while he smoked a cigarette.

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?"

"No." He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to you with his ocean blue eyes and tousled, dirty blond curls. "We should get married."

"Who are you and what have you done with Oakley?"

"What, you don't think I'm good enough to marry you?" He protested.

Shaking your head, you laughed. "No, it's not that…"

"Well, then what is it?" Oakley crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the sight of you laughing. "We have fun together, we make each other laugh,…we look good together, especially when naked-"

That was enough for you to playfully hit him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. He continued, "We like each other. We have this great relationship."

"But are you sure this is what you want?" You asked. "Don't you want to explore, try things? Do stuff before you're tied down?"

"Why would I do that? When there's this…beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy girl right there with me, I'm not even looking at anyone else." Oakley simply countered. "I like what we have, and i don't want to let it go. We can travel, explore the world, and I'll do it all with you." There was no sign of hesitation in his voice, but maybe it was just the cigarette fueling his courage. He came closer to you, and looked dead serious. "I don't want what we have to be just something we try for as long as we can, something we leave up to chance. I want forever with you."

"Forever?"

"Forever." Oakley knelt before you, his eyes going from a vivid cyan to a soft, almost pale bag blue. "I don't have a ring but…" He removed his necklace and presented it to you like an offering at an altar, calling your name. "Marry me."

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan had been working with MI-6 for almost two years, embarking on various mission for them after he gained acclamation for helping to carry out Operation Limpet. He, along with officer Angela Burr, took down the infamous arms dealer Richard Roper once and for all.

Since then, Jonathan found himself a new home in London and got back in touch with you, the one who stole his heart back when he was still working as a night manager. He didn't know how much he truly missed you until you answered his letter, telling him about the twists and turns your life had taken since your last encounter with Pine. After about three weeks of exchanging handwritten letters - simply because they reminded you both of a simpler time and felt more personal - with Jonathan using a pseudonym to protect you, he invited you to visit London for a holiday.

And those five days you spent in London were some of the best five days of Jonathan's life. He delighted in your innocence, the way you happily took his arm and strolled through the city, randomly surprising him with kisses. Arm in arm, without a care in the world except for each other, enjoying all that life would have to offer…This is how it should be, Jonathan thought to himself as he gazed at the sparkle in your eyes, the color in your cheeks. He listened as you talked about everything you liked about London, everything that disgusted you, and everything you hoped for in the future, simply taking in the opportunity to just be with you.

After a few moments, you asked him about what he wanted in the future, and all Jonathan had to say was one word.

"You."

You looked up from your cup of tea. "Me?"

He took a breath. "Yes." Jonathan affectionately said your name, and reached for your hand. "I never grew up in a house with both parents, doting on me." He told you about how his life up until joining MI-6 was an abominable quest for order. How his time in the military and working in the hotel business was part of an aim to find a direction in his life, and how little happiness it truly brought him. How alone he felt whenever his life wasn't being threatened.

Jonathan sighed, not used to telling so much about himself in a single conversation, laying his heart out on the table to be cut into and devoured. "I promised myself that I would find the one person that I could care deeply for, and love them. I promised myself that I would make friends, find a home…a place to belong. Maybe someday become a parent."

You looked upon him lovingly. "That's beautiful, Jonathan."

He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want all of those things, and I want them with you." Jonathan declared, quiet enough for the two of you to hear. "These past days with you have been…incredible. When I look at you, I see everything that I have wanted, the life that I want to be living five years from now, ten years from now."

He continued, "You make me believe in a future that's worth building. The way you smile…, the way you look upon me and everyone with stars in your eyes…I want to be the one who keeps that smile on your face, the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who kisses you good night, and the first one you see in the morning. I want to be the one you come home to every evening, the shoulder you lean on."

Jonathan stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. "I know it's soon, but if there is anything that I've learned, it's that when you see something worth keeping in your life, you do everything you can not to let her go. You just do it." He looked into your eyes. "Marry me?"

James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island

It was the third time this week James had a nightmare. After thrashing and groaning, fighting an invisible beast, James found it in himself to call you - his neighbor whom he'd been dating for two years - on the telephone. His forehead and his chest were dripping with sweat, his expression one of agony, when you approached his bed. It was obvious that he had been in a lot of pain.

James wasn't the type of person who wanted to expound upon the terrors he was feeling; he was a man of action who preferred expressing his emotions nonverbally. So, you respected that and simply talked about mundane things, things about civilian life that would temporarily distract James. As you both fell asleep, you made a mental note to remind James setting another appointment with his therapist, the one MONARCH had prescribed for him.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't unusual for James to go out on an early morning walk to be alone with his thoughts. It was one of the things he'd learned from his therapist when he asked about how to be a better sweetheart to you while recovering from his trauma. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with a heavy heart, hoping it wouldn't be too long before you saw James again.

While you styled your hair, you heard the door unlock. James walked inside, carrying a bag of breakfast pastries. "Good morning." He greeted you in a low, casual voice.

"Good morning…" You would've asked if he slept well, but given the events of last night, that question made no sense. "I'm sorry I stayed over."

"No need to apologize." James set the pastries down and placed a kettle on the stove. While the water rose to a boil, James unwrapped the two chocolate croissants he bought, and glanced up to find you standing in the kitchen. You walked up to him slowly, and without missing a beat, James gently kissed you with an arm gently holding your waist. He murmured your name again, his breath warm against your lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

James gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before going into his bedroom. "I brought breakfast for us both. Should I make us some eggs?"

"No need…" You watched James open one of his drawers. "Before I forget, do you want to make an appointment with your therapist?"

"Uh, I will." James returned to the kitchen with a small box in his right hand. "Thanks for reminding me."

"What is that?"

James took a deep breath. "Just something to thank you for last night,…and for everything you've done."

"James, you really didn't have to-"

"No. I've been wanting to do this for a year, it's time."

Your breath caught in your throat as James opened the box to reveal a small, simple sapphire ring. He began, "I should've done this sooner, and I'm a fool for not doing so." James fell to one knee, and you gasped. "Darling,…Over the years I've known you, you have helped me…become a man again. You've remained by my side as I've made attempts to return to civilian life. You've comforted me during my worst hours, and you have given me something worth living for."

"James…"

"You're someone worth fighting for." He laughs a little. "I love you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and caring for you in the ways that you have cared for me.

Darling, will you marry me?"

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

"Marry me." Magnus groaned with relief when you brought him a plate of eggs, some coffee, and an aspirin. He was laying on your couch, hungover after a night out with you and some of his mates from the police station.

You simply rolled your eyes and laughed a little. "Eat your eggs, you'll feel better with some food inside you."

Magnus kept his eyes on you while you both drank coffee, his headache slowly diminishing. "That a yes?"

"No, Magnus." You flatly said. "You had a lot to drink last night. Just…eat your eggs and finish your coffee. I'm not saying yes to a guy that passed out on my couch after throwing up into the bushes outside."

He grimaced. "I did that?…Sorry." Magnus looked down and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Whatever, it was just a question, not like I meant it or anything." He pretended to brush off the matter. "You doing anything else today?"

"Tidying the house. You?"

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment to taste the savory flavor of the eggs. "i have a few things to do at the station for Kurt. Won't take long."

You and Magnus finished breakfast in silence before Magnus thanked you for letting him crash on your couch. "I'll see you soon." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You almost found it funny, the way he groaned for you to marry him, and chuckled to yourself. For all of his sarcastic quips and his cold exterior, there were times Magnus was an unintentional sweetheart. You'd known him for about seven months, how endearing he was whenever he tried to show off at darts or pool. You thought about the time he brought you soup every night when you had a flu that lasted for a week. And during that one time he showed up late to one of your date nights because of a case, he spent the rest of the evening simply snuggling with you until you fell asleep in each others' arms. It was one of the first times you'd ever seen him smiling so blissfully like a newborn baby.

About a few hours later, you could hear it rain outside, a bolt of thunder rumbling across the sky. While caught up in some trashy television, you heard a knock on the door.

There was Magnus, standing outside drenched from head to toe.

"Magnus, what are you-"

"I meant it." He confessed while the raindrops rolled down the sides of his face. "Marry me." He repeated when you asked him what he was talking about. Magnus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold ring with three tiny diamonds. "You're the most perfect person in this entire world. And it's not just because you make the best eggs." He said, making you laugh. "You're stunning, even when you've just woken up. You put up with a lot, and…I can't really say what it is you do to me, but I can't help it. I…I…"

"I love you too, you crazy detective!" You finished.

"So, is that a yes?" Magnus asked again, with a big grin on his face as he presented the ring to you.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

"We need to talk." Robert broke the silence while the two of you shared a candlelit dinner in your flat.

All traces of a smile disappeared from your face instantly. Usually nothing good ever followed those four words.

You put your fork down. "What did you want to talk about?"

Robert looked you in the eye. "I moved to this high-rise to be alone, to be away from people. This…a relationship was the last thing that I wanted." He blinked, looking down at his plate for a moment. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

You tensed in your seat, preparing for the worst. God, Robert. If he was trying to break up with you, then he just picked the worst time possible.

The doctor stood up. "I thought I wasn't built for love…So I tried to be alone as much as I could, avoiding every chance to be attached to someone." He swallowed. "And then you came."

You let out a sigh, assuming that Robert was going to say something awful about your relationship.

"It was like I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. What you did to me…" Robert called your name and walked over to you. "I cannot go a day without hearing your quippy words…, without seeing you when I come home,…without kissing you. It's more than anything I have felt in years." He confessed, his fingers tracing the back of your chair. "If you were to disappear from my life, it would feel like losing everything I've ever known. And…truthfully, the idea of that terrifies me. Maybe I could live without you,…but I don't know if I would be able to call it living.

"So what are you trying to say?" You murmured.

Robert sighed. "Forgive me, I'm not used to having these conversations."

"It's okay."

"You did it again." The doctor remarked. "You're making me fall in love with you, sweetheart." Robert went to the coat closet where he kept his blazer, and pulled a small box from one of the pockets. He returned to your side. "What I'm trying to say is,…that I'm in love with you. I'm in love not only with you, but with the way that you make me…feel things. The way that you remind me that there's a future ahead of us both. A future that can be much more than just dreary parties and squabbles between the upper floors and lower floors. You make me very happy, darling, and I think that you should know that."

Robert took a deep breath and fell to one knee, next to your chair with the box opened to reveal a silver ring with a diamond heart. "Would you marry me, and make me an even happier man?"

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

You were sitting on the swing set in the garden of your family estate, enjoying the mid-morning sun and the gentle breeze. Idly moving your legs back and forth, you played with a small cluster of Baby's Breath in your lap. It was nice to be away from the bustling drama and the incessant gossip, and instead be surrounded by fresh air.

"My lady." You were awoken from your reverie by a smooth, vaguely familiar baritone that belonged to none other than Thomas Sharpe. He was a guest who'd been staying at an inn near your family's home, having joined your family for supper at least ten times in the past two weeks. In your eyes, he seemed mysterious and yet full of stories to tell, always having an anecdote about a place he'd visited or a trick to show you and your siblings. There was something about him that made you drawn to him as soon as he walked into a room, you were unable to articulate what it was.

"Good morning. What brings you here, Baronet?"

The baronet gave you a smile, and leaned against a tree, watching you enjoy yourself on the swings. "I was speaking to your father and his, erm, associates about a business venture."

"About clay, right? Mining it?"

Thomas nodded. "Precisely, my lady. And you, have you been enjoying your morning?"

You blushed as he took a step closer. "Yes, Baronet."

"No need for such formal titles now, my lady. We're not at a ball, nor are we at supper. ''Thomas' will do." He gently said. "May I share your company for a while, my lady, if it would not be much of a bother for you?"

You allowed him, giving the Baby's Breath to him as a token of affection. No, not a token of affection. Simply a nice gesture that would hopefully give you a place in Thomas's good books. Maybe he might even ask you for a dance at the next ball.

"Will you be attending the ball this Saturday, Bar- I mean, Thomas?"

He nodded, taking a moment to smell the flowers. "You?"

"I will."

"And have you chosen a gown, my lady?" Thomas decided to humor you a little. He smiled while you sheepishly described the dress that you had your eye on for that special occasion. "Well, I'm sure you will look divine wearing it, my lady. Do you often spend time here in the gardens, all by yourself."

"Yes. I enjoy the flowers, and the breeze. It's beautiful when the weather is pleasant."

"I can imagine, my lady. It's been a long time since I have relaxed in a garden." Thomas places the Baby's breath in his front pocket. "My lady, there is something I wish to know of you."

You stopped swinging, and asked him what it was.

"I would like to know if you would be interested in marrying me." Thomas knelt by your side, looking up at you with eyes that bore the same hue as a cloudless sky. "For some time, my lady, I have admired your numerous charms from afar. And with each passing day, my affections for you have grown stronger. I find myself thinking about you at the most unpropitious times of day." He sighs, "While I may not be a man of great fame or great brawn or of great wealth, I am a man of dignity." Thomas promised you, despite knowing it was a blatant lie. "I will make sure that you lack nothing as my wife. And to treat you with nothing but the compassion and the love that you deserve. All I ask in return, is that you try to find it in your heart to give me even an iota of your affections.

Would you be willing to do that, my lady?"

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

Ever since you moved into the flat Mr. Hiddleston bought for you, the most powerful man in London always had a designated town car sent to pick you up from work or school every day. His favorite chauffeur would show up at the same time every weekday, give you a friendly greeting, and drop you off at your flat. And once you got there, you'd be greeted by a doorman that Mr. Hiddleston personally hired to make sure that you reached safely.

Today, however, the chauffeur did not drop you off at your flat. At least, not right away. "Monsieur Hiddleston had something different in mind for today," he said with a small grin, like he knew something was going on. The chauffeur dropped you off at the nail salon for a manicure paid for by your powerful beau.

After being pampered by the nail technician for about forty-five minutes, you returned to the town car to find a bag in the backseat with the word 'Harrods' on it. "You went shopping?" You asked the chauffeur while he drove you to your flat.

"Non, it was all Monsieur Hiddleston. He was keeping this dress on hold, and asked me to pick it up for you. He would like you to wear it tonight."

You thanked the chauffeur with a smile. Inside the bag was a beautiful Carolina Herrera gown in your favorite color. And right on cue, your phone buzzed with a text from your beau, asking if you liked his gift. As always, you texted back saying that it was perfect.

The chauffeur dropped you off at your flat, and asked you to be ready by seven-thirty…but not before taking a good look at your manicured nails and saying an early 'congratulations'.

"Gordon owes me a favor," Mr. Hiddleston bragged a little when he arrived in front of your building at seven-thirty sharp. He opened the door of his favorite black Jaguar, and helped you inside the front passenger seat. "You look stunning tonight, darling."

"You look amazing too," you couldn't help but say. It was the truth after all. "When you said Gordon, did you mean…?"

"We're going to the River Restaurant in the Savoy Hotel, darling." He kept one hand on the steering wheel, placing the other one on your knee. "Hungry?"

"Nervous," you sheepishly said.

"I'm here, nothing can harm you." He turned his eyes to the road. "Your fears are far behind you."

The moment you arrived, the host of the restaurant immediately led you both to one of the outdoor terraces, where there was a table for two set up. Mr. Hiddleston pulled the chair for you before sitting down, and a waiter poured both of you some Dom Pérignon.

"This is beautiful." You gushed, watching the most powerful man in London raise an invisible toast. You clinked your glass against his.

He replied with a dramatic flair. "Nothing compared to you."

"So…what did you to get this favor?" You leaned in and asked him while the waiter placed a charcuterie board for the two of you to share. "This is a seafood place, charcuterie isn't on the menu."

A twinkle in his cerulean eyes, Mr, Hiddleston fed you a piece of cheese. "That's confidential, darling. Just enjoy the night."

"I will."

The two of you made small talk about your day, and about Mr. Hiddleston's upcoming business trip to Paris. You would be going with him of course, Mr. Hiddleston would make sure of that. The waiter refilled your champagne, and your beau discretely gave him a twenty-pound note, whispering that it was time for the main course.

The waiter took about fifteen minutes to bring your elegantly-arranged entrees out onto the terrace. And as he came out, you could hear an orchestra from inside the hotel begin to play "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera.

"Enjoying yourself?" Mr. Hiddleston leaned forward with a smirk as he noticed you listening to the music.

You admitted this was one of the songs you enjoyed, and said it reminded you of the first time you'd ever heard of the musical. How much you wanted to be Christine in that moment, serenaded with the promise of a life with no more darkness.

"Well there's one more thing I have for you tonight, darling." With a smirk, Mr. Hiddleston reached into the pocket of his blazer, retrieving a small box labeled 'Harry Winston'. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way towards you.

You gasped, covering your mouth almost immediately. You swore you could feel your heart stop just for a moment when his eyes met yours. It all made sense now: the manicure, the accidental 'congratulations', the gown,…

"Oh my god…"

Mr. Hiddleston fell to one knee and opened the box, which contained a 1-carat diamond ring with a platinum band. "Love me. It's all I ask of you."

Tag list: @thatdummy-girl @icytrickster17 @mischievoushiddleston,@lokischambermaid , @lady-rose-moon , @lokisgoodgirl , @lokisninerealms @jennyggggrrr ,, @tom-hiddleston-imagines , @lokiismineforever @smolvenger @winterfrostlovetriangle , @the-haven-of-fiction , @turniptitaness @cakesandtom ,@sallymagnoliaposts @leahs-reading-nook @holdmytesseract @muddyorbsblr @evelyn-kingsley @anukulee @acidcasualties @lotsoflokilove23 @caffiend-queen

324 notes · View notes

smolvenger · 8 months

Text

Hi guys- life has been stressful and anxiety inducing so to distract myself...I am opening requests for the week of 9/10-9/17!!!!!

Be aware requests take time for me and I will likely be slow and I might get distracted, so you can always remind me. Think of it like cooking in the oven- it will take more time but be extra yummy. But you can ask for headcanons, drabbles, or smaller one-shots.

I will write for x reader with a lot of characters I've written for in the past, including...

Tom Hiddlestons' characters including...

Loki Laufeyson

Prince Hal/Henry V (The Hollow Crown: Henry IV and V)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Dr. Robert Laing (High-Rise)

Cpn. James Nicholls (War Horse)

William Buxton (Return to Cranford)

Caius Martius Coriolanus (Coriolanus)

James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jaguar Villain! Tom

I'll include Prof! Hiddleston as a character, bc why not.

I can also try writing Bucky (like I did in the past) or Steve Rogers!

I do accept Smut requests, just assure me you are over 18. If you are ever unsure about something, don't be afraid to ask.

Some things I will not write:

I will not write the cheating trope if they cheat on each other or with each other. Just, no. I have literal panic attacks over media with cheating in it.

I will not write non-con. Dub-con I can still do, but non-con, no way.

I will not write three ways or multiple partners. I don't know how to do it write and I don't find it as compelling or sexy as others do.

I will not write anything regarding Stepfather! Character x Reader. Please nothing like that.

I hate The Essex Serpent and find it triggering so please do not ask me to write Will Ransome x Reader unless it's a fic where he gets beaten up for cheating on Stella and my poor little meow meow Stella lives happily ever after, I know plenty of other people here who would be perfectly happy to write for him and who take requests, you can always ask me.

No incest requests, please.

Other than that, for this week, go wild! I will close requests 9/17 11:59 pm EST!

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr

27 notes · View notes

mischievoushiddleston · 3 years

Text

The Mafia Beauty

Warinings: Public Sex, Light Dub-Con

Words: 1.3K

Masterlist here!

“Please, Thomas. She's my only child. ”Y / N heard her father pleading from below. Carefully and quietly, she began to go down the stairs. “

Why should that be my problem? You have debts that you can't pay and that's why it's mine. ”A man said, Thomas, with a British accent.

"I do whatever you want, but not my daughter." Thomas gave a cold laugh and Y / N approached the living room.

"What I want are my five hundred thousand, since you can't pay me for it, your daughter is my property." The hall creaked loudly under her feet and the men looked at Y / N. Thomas smiled maliciously at her and she wished she had stayed upstairs.

“There is she. She's a lot nicer than the photos. ”He approached her and Y / N backed up until her back hit the wall. Thomas raised his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Y / N pulled away from him quickly, as if his touch were burning her. “She's pretty lively. I think we'll have fun together. "

"Please, Thomas." Pleaded her father. Thomas rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Please, Thomas ... please." He imitated him. “Isn't begging getting boring? I'd be pretty bored. ”Thomas smiled and his gaze wandered from her father to Y / N. She looked at the floor and tried not to meet his gaze. He lifted her chin so she had to look at him. "Not so shy. We'll be spending a lot of time together. ”Y / N looked questioningly at her father, but he just looked at the floor, ashamed.

"Dad, what does he mean by that?" Y / N asked, but her father didn't say a single word.

"What I mean is that from now on you are mine." He stroked her upper arm and over her collarbone. Y / N pulled away again and looked at him angrily.

"I don't belong to anyone." Y / N was about to storm out of the room angrily, but was grabbed by Thomas' wrist and pulled with her back against his chest.

“You're mine if you want me not to kill your father on the spot. He owes me a lot of money and I'm very dangerous. ”He whispered menacingly. Every fiber of Y / N wanted to fight him, but it couldn't. "Good girl." Y / N looked at the floor. Thomas smiled, he knew he had won. Without further protest from her father, Thomas led her out to his car. He opened his car door for her and motioned for her to get into his car.

"Go ahead!" He ordered and his driver started the car. Y / N huddled in the corner of the car, trying to get as much space between them as possible. However, Thomas slid closer to her again and put his hand on her thigh. She chided herself for choosing to wear a dress this morning. His hand went higher and under her dress. Y / N squeezed her legs tightly together. You could see Thomas gritting his teeth together.

“If you refuse, there will be consequences for your father, both in business and life, Y / N." Y / N took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly. Finally opened her legs for Thomas and let his hand slide between them. He stopped by her panties and tore them from her body. Y / N opened her eyes and looked at him with wide eyes.

"You won't be wearing panties when I'm around." Thomas put the panties in the pocket of his jacket. His hand went to her pussy and Y / N tried to move away from him. Thomas looked at her angrily and yanked her from her place. He pushed all four of them onto the large floor of the car and pushed up her dress. Y / N screamed slightly as he slapped her buttocks. “If you keep resisting me, it'll be a lot worse than a few slaps on your bum. Count. ”Thomas ordered sternly and Y / N had no strength to resist.

"One ... two ..." Y / N counted and felt her pussy grow wetter. She blushed that she shouldn't enjoy being beaten up by Thomas. After ten blows, he gently stroked the slain skin on her bottom.

"I don't want to punish you, but I'll do it if I have to, darling." He caressed her wet pussy and Y / N bit her lip as she held back a moan. Thomas pushed two fingers into her and began to fuck her hard with his fingers. "Ehehe ..." He pulled his fingers out of her and smiled wickedly. "You're not here to have fun, especially when you were just a bad girl for Daddy." Thomas undid his belt and pulled his hard cock out of his pants. "You may orgasm if you give me a blowjob, but I warn you if you bite me I'll make your life a never-ending hell." He pulled her head towards his cock and held his other hand firmly.

"Open your mouth." She knew she had no choice and opened her mouth. Thomas pressed his cock into her mouth until her mouth was completely filled with him. Y / N muttered incoherent words as Thomas mercilessly fucked her mouth. She held onto his thigh and pressed a little so she wouldn't choke on his tail. It started pulsing in her mouth.

"Swallow my sperm, all of it." He pushed himself into her mouth a few more times before filling her mouth with his hot sperm.

"We're here." Her driver said and Tom poked his tail back and closed his pants.

"Thank you, Andrew." They both got out of the car. Thomas dismissed the driver and he went into the great mansion. Y / N wanted to follow him, but he pulled her back to him. "You didn't think we were done yet, did you?" He pressed the front of her against the hood. He quickly pushed up her dress and opened his pants again. His cock pressed against her pussy.

"Oh ... God ..." He poked her pussy in one hard thrust.

"You can call me Thomas… ”He smiled mischievously. He pulled out of her and pushed back into her. Thomas wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed gently. "I'm glad I tricked your father and took you instead of the money." Y / N was too dazed to understand what he was just saying. With his free hand he began to rub her clit hard. He thrust into her mercilessly, the car wobbling slightly from the force of his bumps.

"Thomas ... Mhm ..." Y / N groaned loudly. His hips bumped against her sore butt. It was mixed pain and pleasure for her as he fucked her hard against the car. Y / N started auctioning when Thomas started pulsing inside her. Y / N came around his tail and Thomas filled it with his seeds. He pulled out of her pussy and his sperm flowed down the inside of her thigh. Only then did she notice that Thomas wasn't wearing a condom and since she didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, she wasn't on the pill. He seemed to notice what was bothering her and leaned closer to her.

“There's no way you won't carry my child once I've finished with you tonight. You will be bound to me forever. ”Y / N’s breathed hectically and hers turned black. Thomas caught her in his arms and picked her up before carrying her into his house ...

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston smut #jaguar villains #jaguar #Villian Tom Hiddleston #Mafia Tom hiddleston #twhiddleston

154 notes · View notes

justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

Text

Permission | Jaguar!Tom x Reader

Pairing: Jaguar!Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom takes you home and continues to dominate.

Warnings: smut, sex, masturbation, D/s dynamics

After fucking you on the side of the road, Tom had been silent in the car. Which only made you more nervous. As his Jaguar roared into the garage, your thighs clenched anticipating what was to come.

Tom shut off the car and turned to face you. “I expect you to go to the bed and be naked on the bed by the time I get upstairs. On your back. Legs open.” Tom’s voice offered no room to argument.

You shuffled up the stairs, kicking off your heels along the way. Your dress stuck to you as Tom’s cum had dried on your ass from earlier. You dropped it onto the floor of the bedroom followed by your bra. Your panties still in Tom’s pocket.

Your head hit the soft pile of pillows, and you sighed. Instinctually your legs fell open, waiting for Tom. The door opened and your breath hitched. Tom had lost the tie and jacket on his way up.

“Good girl.” Tom praised, knowing it would make you crazy. He removed his shirt slowly, taking the care to fold it.

“While I undress, I want you to play with your cunt. Entertain me.” His tone cold.

Your hand moved between your legs, your clit aching for attention. As he undid his belt, Tom clicked his tongue.

“You can do better. Finger yourself.”

You moaned as you slipped a finger inside you. Tom smirked. His cock jumped at the sight. You were so compliant. He definitely planned on keeping you around.

“I love how hard you work to please me. Do you like pleasing me?”

“Yes.” you hissed.

Tom kneeled on the bed. “I think you have earned an orgasm. Would like one?” he taunted.

“Please, sir.” you continued to finger yourself, afraid he would change his mind.

“Remove your fingers.”

You pulled out and Tom pushed in. You were sore from earlier but the burn hurt so good.

“You are still so tight for me. Even after earlier. You are special.” Tom purred. His mouth sucking on your neck. “Your pussy is exquisite. I’m already close.” His hips rolling and bucking into you.

Tom’s thumb pressed and rubbed along your clit and you clenched around him. His head fell forward as his motions slowed, orgasming inside you. Tom pulled out of you and went to the bathroom returning with a warm wet washcloth for you to clean yourself up. You curled on your side and he pulled you closed.

“I give you my full permission to fuck me awake in the morning.” Tom whispered into your ear. The last words before you fell asleep.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston smut #jaguar!tom

131 notes · View notes

frostironfudge · 3 years

Text

SOOO i updated my fanfic please go check it out pleaseeeeee it is called Rush it is a Tom Hiddleston x Reader masterlist

image description: tom hiddleston from the jaguar commercial it is a gif

#loki #tom hiddleston #loki x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston jaguar

23 notes · View notes

shiningloki · 4 years

Text

Five Minutes Late

Five Minutes Late - A Tom Hiddleston One Shot

(TOM HIDDLESTON X READER)

Rich CEO of the Jaguar Corporation Tom Hiddleston loves punctuality. When he asks you to come visit him at the office and you show up a few minutes late, Tom decides it’s only appropriate to punish you properly.

Word Count: 3061

Master List

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT TOM HIDDLESTON, POSSESSIVE TOM HIDDLESTON, DADDY KINK, SEX TOYS, ROUGH SEX

Tom sat at his desk - a large mahogany piece that boasted his sophistication - as he nursed a glass of scotch in his hand. His long legs were crossed as he leaned back in his leather chair. The suit he wore was crisp, emphasizing the level of pure rich he was. Tom was pride, power, and wealth. He was magnificence, charm, and dominance.

The exact opposite of what you were at this very moment.

Unlike his large chair, you were sitting in a small wooden chair. Correction - you were tied up in a small wooden chair. Your ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, the rope stinging your skin. Your arms were tied behind the back of the chair, pushing your breasts out. Your black skirt flared around your thighs and your shirt was unbuttoned almost inappropriately.

Tom watched you like a hawk as he took a sip of his beverage. The ice clinking against the crystal glass was the only sound in the room. Your lips were pressed into a tight line and you knew it was best to keep them that way or else there would be a gag shoved into your mouth. Finally, Tom licked his lips and hummed.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Tom asked, swirling his drink in the glass. “You may speak.”

“No,” you answered honestly. “You asked me to come here.”

“Asked,” Tom snorted. “I told you to come here. You listened.”

“You know I always will,” you said.

Tom lifted a neatly trimmed eyebrow and nodded, placing his glass down. He stood to his full height, towering over you as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“And why do you listen to me, darling?” Tom purred, tilting his head to the side. His beautiful eyes scanned your body, soaking in the sight of you. You shifted nervously in the chair as your cunt grew wet under his examination.

“Because you own me,” you whispered.

( CONTINUE READING HERE )

Fic requests are CLOSED! Be sure to check out my AO3 for more Tom Hiddleston and Loki angst, drama, fluff, romance, and smut!

Like what you see? Support me on ko-fi!

Want to be added to my tag list for “Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me”, for my one shots, or both? Send me a message, an ask, or leave a comment letting me know which list you want to be added to!

Bee’s One Shots Tag List: @lots-of-loki @hiddlesholic @procrastinatinglikeabitch @nancybenson @ladyblablabla @anagrom @heartforhiddles @memenerdlover @bellesque @fluffyfanficangel @frostbitten-written @toozmanykids @dangertoozmanykids101 @eli-vibes @michellearel1 @nomadmilk @is-it-madness @cholcomb01 @myraiswack @hanyasnape @merrymaking88 @jessip1ier @lordofthenerds97 @worshipping-skarsgard @siochan-leat @fixatedfandomhunter @davidbuddbg @readsalot73 @caffiend-queen @ciaodarknessmyheart @myblissfulparadise @tea4sykes @arianoct @rorybutnotgilmore @cap-n-ce @bourbon-in-my-coffee @rogueheretic555 @sifinskies @astheworlddturns @harold231 @creator-appreciator @ohdearhiddles @luna-viola-delmare

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fandom #tom hiddles #hiddles #hiddlestoner #hiddlestan #thomas william hiddleston #smut #one shot #jaguar #british villains #loki's library

239 notes · View notes

kneamet · 3 years

Note

Jaguar! Tom discovers his wife is having an affair. He murders his rival. Reader's wrists are tied to the chair. Tom caresses her cheek. He tells her: You're mine. She says he forced her to marry and she isn't love him. Tom smiles and tells her : You will never leave bedroom. You will stay there forever as my lovely wife.

Trigger Warning: obsession, yandere, murder

Word Count: 1536

Character: Jaguar!Tom/reader

Summary: your husband finds out you're having an affair. And he is filled with pure anger.

POV Thomas

He was angry. Very angry. Anger filled him. But also, in a sense, I was a little confused. How could his beloved wife dare to cheat on him? Why? Didn't she love him?

But didn't they have the most beautiful and pure love in the world? Weren't they happily married together? In Thomas ' opinion, she had everything: beautiful and expensive clothes, a husband who idolized her, delicious food, comfortable conditions. What was wrong with her?

Thomas spent most of his free time with you. Spent time with you, even bathed you when you were sick. And in the end, what? And in the end, she just ignores his feelings and throws a knife in his back. Not literally, of course.

But why with him? Why did she cheat on him with a stranger? A man who wasn't even her type! Thomas knew about his wife's tastes. You liked the dangerous ones, the courageous ones, and most importantly, the smart ones. Who would even like a stay-at-home person? Some nerd, what does he do, what does he read about morality?

No, his doll was only interested in gentlemen like him. And she won't need anyone else. Period.

Thomas sighed, clenching his jaw tightly, squeezing his snow-white teeth. He blinked a couple of times and his gaze returned to the body. On a dead body. On the body of his wife's lover.

What a freak. These were Thomas's thoughts, and he kicked with a little lethargy, his shoes already stained with blood. The blood of the bastard who tried to steal you from him.

Thomas didn't like Ben. That was the man's name, Ben. The towering man slowly savored the name. He didn't like it. What kind of idiot would give his son that name. Although St. Benedict...

But no. Beliefs were alien to him, and he had never had much sympathy for any religion. Although thanks to them, it is easy to manipulate people, which was certainly a plus for all politicians.

Thomas quickly squatted down, spreading his legs and raising his left eyebrow. And how could this man only attract the attention of his wife?

Benedict's red hair lay in an unpleasant and sticky arrangement. Was he poor, since he couldn't even afford a normal gel? It was possible, especially if you looked at his clothes, which were old, worn jeans and a loose red sweater. More like a jumper, though. Thomas didn't know much about it.

He didn't want to believe that those disgusting hands were touching the body of his doll. He couldn't imagine this freak stroking her back.

No, he wouldn't dare touch his doll like that. Her beautiful soft hair, which was convenient to grasp during acts of love, soft and innocent eyes that always looked into the eyes of the interlocutor. This is a beautiful face, the beauty of which can not be compared with anyone from the existing person.

Still, Thomas hoped Benedict hadn't touched her in that particular way.

The man stifled a sigh.

"Thank you for not even torturing you. My tortures can be quite brutal, by the way, " Thomas lamented, getting up from his crouch with a loud gasp and adjusting the black frosted pants from the new Westwood collection. And why was he only wearing that suit? I knew I'd get it dirty. And his favorite shoes.

Thomas turned to the other men who were standing by the door, watching the scene, and said quickly::

"Get out of here, and quickly," he waved a hand in it. "I don't want the police to notice the murder of this senseless man," Thomas said in a steely voice, quickly scanning the perimeter for other people.

"Get ready, doll, because you're going to get hurt," he muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly.

***

"I love you, doll," the man mumbled happily, holding his beloved's small hands tightly in his big and wounded ones.

The girl only smiled in response, resting her head on the strong shoulder of her beloved Thomas. He just smiled, blissfully closing his eyes.

"Me too," she murmured back.

***

POV Your

Fucking freak. A complete freak, incapable of even the slightest feelings of compassion. How could you ever meet someone like that? Why exactly are you? Why exactly do you get into all sorts of unpleasant situations with crazy psychos?

You sighed softly, feeling your heartbeat quicken again, getting faster and faster. You didn't want to think about what would happen when Thomas, your husband, came here. I didn't want to. You were sure that this betrayal would be followed by the punishment that your, you slightly grimaced, husband, so often spoke of.

You blinked a couple of times and looked at the door across from you. Freedom was so close and yet you couldn't get it... Although even that plan did not seem to be very implemented.

Your last plan, which Thomas revealed, was to have an affair with a man behind his back. With a man who would do anything for you, even write a book! With a man who will love you with a sincere and pure love, and not the way Thomas loves you.

You don't even want to say his name in your mind.

But in the end, the plan failed because Thomas installed a small sensor in your body, as painful as it was to realize, that would monitor your location.

But how did he know about it? After all, you did everything secretly, there were no inaccuracies. You checked everything! And in the end, Thomas somehow doubted your "loyalty" to him and decided to track you.

But even apart from that, you didn't stop dating your beloved Benedict. After all, he was so cute! Infidel, one of the best people there is.

***

Thomas's intense and watchful eyes were watching you. Watching you change into a pair of light pajamas that consisted of long shorts and a white nightgown.

You turned your brooding gaze on him, looking at Thomas in a little confusion. He took your gaze and cleared his throat, lowering his eyes.

"Tell me, do you love me?" he asked incredulously as he sat down on the soft, spread-out bed. You stifled a sigh and sank down beside him. It was getting harder to wake up and fall asleep next to him.

Trying to smile, you turned off the light.

"Of course I love you," unfortunately, or fortunately, these words had to be said constantly and through force.

***

You pressed your lips together. Being in this room right now was just disgusting. You never liked her, but you knew that if you said a word against Thomas ' word, you'd be in trouble.

Although it would seem that the usual room of a rich man. The white walls matched the white bed, the legs of which were dark in color. There was a large beige sofa next to it, a large-screen TV in front of it, and bookcases with books and clothes next to it. And of course, in the corner of the room, you could see a small camera. Thomas loved to dominate the situation.

Yes, everything would be fine, but only if Thomas didn't force you to have violent sex in this room and everything here wasn't bought with stolen money.

And although you used to like this beige sofa, standing next to the bed, now you just hated it fiercely, as well as the bed itself. And all why? Because you were sitting on it right now, and the ropes were tied to the bedposts, rubbing your skin very painfully.

Suddenly, the wooden door opened loudly and closed with an equally loud bang. You looked up reluctantly. Your husband, who was apparently in a complete mess, was walking straight towards you, angry with Thomas. It seems that not now will definitely not be good.

You've never found Thomas eerily handsome. Yes, he was good-looking, in your opinion: that black hair, gelled, thin lips, brilliant blue eyes that you could drown in, a great style in music, clothes, books, after all, but still something about him always seemed suspicious. He was too perfect.

Suddenly, he was right in front of you, grabbing your sore cheek with a strong hand. You stifled a painful groan. Damn, this is so unpleasant. But you will have to endure, because it is better not to show Thomas your fear and resentment, otherwise he may be bitterly angry.

"You're mine!" he roared loudly, through his teeth, like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

You sighed softly, feeling the uncomfortable feeling in your hands again, where the hard rope was rubbing painfully against your wrists, and feeling your cheek tighten again.

"I'm not yours!" No, it was just unbearable. You're not a toy and you don't belong to anyone. "I will never be yours, because you just forced me to marry you, you freak!"you snapped back, already feeling that Thomas would slap you, so you prematurely closed your eyes.

However, the blow did not come. Blinking, you saw Thomas smiling at you with a sickly smile. She's always terrified you. It meant that something was about to happen.

"You just don't understand. You just don't get it, do you, doll? But no, you understand perfectly!" he growled again, barely able to contain himself. You saw the veins in his neck bulge. All of a sudden he just calmed down. "You will never leave this room again. You will stay here forever, as my beloved wife.”

#tom hiddleston #obsessive #yandere #yandere loki #yandere tom hiddleston #obsessive tom hiddleston #obsession #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #yandere jaguar tom hiddleston #jaguar!tom hiddleston #jaguar tom hiddleston #jaguar #loki x you #loki x reader #dark loki #loki

28 notes · View notes

frostbitten-written · 4 years

Link

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial, British Actor RPF, Loki - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial)/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial)/Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial)/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s)/Reader, Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial)/You, Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston/You, Tom Hiddleston & Reader Characters: Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar "British Villains" Commercial), Tom Hiddleston, Reader, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Domestic, Dom/sub Play, Daddy Kink, Master/Pet, Master/Slave, Master/Servant, Master & Servant, Masturbation, Wet Dream, Dry Humping, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Comeplay, Come Inflation, Come as Lube, Come Sharing, Edgeplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm, Orgasm Delay, Simultaneous Orgasm, Voyeurism, Blow Jobs, Cock Warming, Cock Worship, Cock Slut, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Roughness, Rough Body Play, Spanking, Corporal Punishment, Leashes, Collars, Cages, Oral Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex Toys, Face-Fucking, Gags, Begging, Kneeling, Fucking, Married Couple, Married Life, Married Sex, Established Relationship, Rules, Bratting, Teasing, Consensual Sex, Dom Tom Hiddleston, Dom Tom, Daddy Dom Tom Hiddleston, Dom Tommy, Actor Tom Hiddleston, Possessive Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston in a Suit, Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, POV Original Female Character

Summary:

Tamara is horny and decides to tease Tom Hiddleston, CEO of Jaguar Incorporation. Being the brat that she is, she breaks every known rule in the book. Her daddy doesn’t like that...

Preview:

“Yes, sir, I’ve been very bad.” He seemed pleased with her current position and acceptance.

“And do bad girls get what they want?” Tamara whimpered and shook her head, “no.” Tom walked over to her and grabbed a handful of her hair.

“Then, in that case, you tell me, why on Gods' green earth, should I reward such foul behaviour?”

Tags:

Never hesitate to ask to be added to my tag lists. Just specify which one:

The All-frost List: Whole Shebang / All my work

All Birds with one Hiddle-stone: Hiddleston + His Characters

Pies, Fries, Thighs and Guys: Supernatural

A Devilish Good Time: Lucifer (Netflix)

All Birds with one Hiddle-stone: Hiddleston + His Characters:

@shiningloki @sultry-rachael @lokilvrr @poetic-fiasco @idontevenknowwbro @timetraveler1978 @sheris532 @starklymydear @imaginesupply @petitefirecracker10 @kingtwhiddleston @dangertoozmanykids101 @saria-the-phoenix @myraiswack @iambetterthanbefore @tmntnerd2016 @just-the-hiddles @ciaodarknessmyheart @readytowalkthestars

The All-frost List: Whole Shebang / All my work

@poetic-fiasco @readytowalkthestars

Visit my Masterlist for more!

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fandom #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston smut #CEO Tom Hiddleston #Jaguar Villains #British Villains #Jaguar Tom Hiddleston #smut #not my gif #frostbitten-written #frostbitten_written

99 notes · View notes

just-the-hiddles · 4 years

Text

Permission | Jaguar!Tom x Reader

A/n: LAST ONE!!! for anon: I give you my full permission to fuck me awake in the morning. Follow up to Side of the Road. because I can.

Summary: Tom takes you home and continues to dominate.

Warnings: dom/sub, voyeurism, masturbation, sex, language, praise kink

Whole Enchilada: @winterisakiller @nonsensicalobsessions @yespolkadotkitty @hopelessromanticspoonie @pinkzz123 @jessiejunebug @cherrygeek86 @littleredstarfish @rjohnson1280 @the-minus-four @wiczer @lotus-eyedindiangoddess @catsladen @coppercorn-and-cauldron @gerli49 @lovesmesomehiddles @devilbat @he-is-chaotic-she-is-psychotic @tinchentitri @theheartofpenelope @noplacelikehome77 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @snoopy3000 @voila-tout @kitkatd7 @wolfsmom1 @queenoftheunderdark @xxloki81xx @thewaithfuckingannoyme @kcd15 @amirra88 @malkaviangirl @evanlys19 @thejemersoninferno @sadwaywardkid @is-it-madness @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @peterman-spideyparker @caffiend-queen @sleepylunarwolf @anagrom @bradfordbantams @ms-cellanies @what-just-happened-bro @stubby-toe-589331 @alexakeyloveloki @loki-smut-library @imnotrevealingmyname @trippedmetaldetector @tea4sykes @noambition-blog @sherala007 @vodka-and-some-sass @cursethedarkness @jewels2876 @fixatedfandomhunter @myraiswack @lokikenway97 @groovylokifanficpersona @ciaodarknessmyheart @bitchcraft-at-its-finest @hanyasnape @lokislastlove @stuckysdaughter @theunwantedomega @dryyoursaltyoceantears @petitefirecracker10 @thummbelina @andreasworlsboring101 @krazycags01 @howaboutash @thehumanistsdiary @daddylouislittle @flakyfreak @sigyn-njorddottir @green-valkyrie @usedtobegoodfriend96 @salempoe @traumschiffe @letsdisneythings @arch-venus25 @thefuckthesaurus @karushinekomiya @black-ninja-blade @worshipping-skarsgard @songbirdonamission @freakishlyadorable @xxxeatyourh3artoutxxx @rorybutnotgilmore

Hiddles: @hiddlesbitch1 @drakesfiance @obtain-this-grain @unfortunatelyymuggle @theoneanna @too-cold-for-youhere @brucestephenbucky @ladyblablabla @lokixme @mishaandthebrits @blackcherry26-blog @jade10077 @loki-yoursaviourisherethings @bluefrenchfries604 @rosierossette @donotwakemeupinside @lots-of-loki @dr-kayleigh-dh @sxlvertonguex @justmylife0 @villainousshakespeare @heylals @cateyes315 @galagcica @my-mind-was-lostintranslation @weirdfangirl2416 @antihero4967 @theatrelove3000 @myblissfulparadise @fallonavengers @songbirdonamission @chezagnes @doctorppwhouffle @fantasydevil2002 @deangirlsworld @cynic-spirit @last-saturday-night @mfdisco @brightsun-and-darkmidnight

After fucking you on the side of the road, Tom had been silent in the car. Which only made you more nervous. As his Jaguar roared into the garage, your thighs clenched anticipating what was to come.

Your head hit the soft pile of pillows, and you sighed. Instinctually your legs fell open, waiting for Tom. The door opened and your breath hitched. Tom had lost the tie and jacket on his way up.

“Good girl.” Tom praised, knowing it would make you crazy. He removed his shirt slowly, taking the care to fold it.

“While I undress, I want you to play with your cunt. Entertain me.” His tone cold.

Your hand moved between your legs, your clit aching for attention. As he undid his belt, Tom clicked his tongue.

“You can do better. Finger yourself.”

You moaned as you slipped a finger inside you. Tom smirked. His cock jumped at the sight. You were so compliant. He definitely planned on keeping you around.

“I love how hard you work to please me. Do you like pleasing me?”

“Yes.” you hissed.

Tom kneeled on the bed. “I think you have earned an orgasm. Would like one?” he taunted.

“Please, sir.” you continued to finger yourself, afraid he would change his mind.

“Remove your fingers.”

You pulled out and Tom pushed in. You were sore from earlier but the burn hurt so good.

“I give you my full permission to fuck me awake in the morning.” Tom whispered into your ear. The last words before you fell asleep.

#smutrama #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston smut #jaguar!tom #tom hiddleston x reader

132 notes · View notes

five-miles-over · 2 years

Text

Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

Will Ransome having a crush on you would include him offering small bunches of flowers to you whenever he saw you. He would eagerly explain to you the names of the flowers and where they were to be found in Aldwinter. And he would love it whenever you showed interest in the topics he discussed during his weekly sermons at the church, losing track of time while he answered your questions and offered additional commentary.

Despite being very nervous about saying something inappropriate, Will also finds a way to give you a genuine compliment every time you meet, whether it's about the way you styled your hair or the color of your outfit.

When you're not around, he'd fantasize about what it'd be like to be intimate with you. Not necessarily intimate a sexual manner - he would imagine holding hands with you, reading to you while you were curled up in his lap, spending a cold morning under a warm blanket with you, and playing with his dog in the springtime. Will would dream of a life with you, and pray to God that He keeps the two of you together.

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown

King Henry's crush on you began during your betrothal to him. You were brought to meet him for the first time and your father signed the agreement solidifying your family's alliance to the young king of England.

With one look, Henry found himself bewitched by you, declaring that you must be a goddess like Venus or a maiden of heavenly beauty like Helen of Troy. After signing the agreement, Henry would take great interest in showing you around the palace (with a chaperone present of course. Medieval courting. XD). He'd study your face as the two of you went to different rooms - the gardens, the throne room, the library, the king's study - so he could figure out which places you liked the best.

After you had gone home, Henry would ask his men to find out everything they could about you: your favorite flower, your favorite food(s), your favorite fragrance. He wanted to make sure that your new chamber in the palace would be perfect for you.

He would take immense delight in seeing you smile, feeling his own heart skip a beat every time you laughed. When you were alone, he might nervously tell you a flirtatious joke, feeling relieved when you giggled. Maybe if he was feeling bold, he would sweet-talk you into holding his hand (with your consent, of course) and letting him kiss your perfect lips.

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

("A god doesn't have crushes, Ruhi!"

"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.")

Loki having a crush on you would include him showing off his tricks and illusions in the hopes that it would amaze you. He'd take great pleasure in making you laugh, whether it's through a witty joke or a prank (even if Thor is the butt of said prank).

He would be mesmerized whenever you showed off your talents, like singing, dancing, hand-to-hand combat, writing, or even vocal impressions. Loki would be your biggest cheerleader, applauding each and every time, encouraging you to hone your skills further. (Shit, now I'm thinking of Loki holding green pom-poms…what have I done?)

When he's alone, Loki would think about you, wondering if you liked him too. He might even keep a journal titled with your name, a dedicated place for him to write about all the details that he adores about you.

Loki would sometimes watch you from afar (not necessarily in a creepy, stalking way), and conjure little presents and trinkets to make you feel better when you were upset. He would grow jealous whenever another person tries to make a move on you, and would either intercept them or simply persuade you to turn your attention elsewhere.

For the record, it would take a bit of teasing from Thor (or Lady Frigga - dear autocorrect, stop changing her name to Fridge) in order to get Loki to confess his attraction to you.

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

Bill having a crush on you would include him helping you out whenever possible, carrying groceries to your home, making sure you got home safely at night, or letting you stand under his umbrella whenever it unexpectedly rained. (*insert Rihanna reference here*)

Bill would be keen to listen to you talk about anything, he absolutely enjoys the sound of your voice as if it were his personal radio show. And at home, Bill would gush about you to his parents, showering you with plenty of praise in your absence.

He would long for the chance to ask you out on a date but every time you say his name, his tongue goes numb and he forgets the words that he mentally rehearsed several times.

Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

Caius having a crush on you would include him being surprised at first, thinking such a feeling to be beneath him. He is a general, he must always be in control (if you know which film this is from, tell me so I can give you a Tumblr hug).

He would take his time, keeping his adoration a secret, sending his servants to find out about your background. And every time he saw you in the town square, he would stare but quickly turn away once you caught him. Eventually, he would accept that his feelings for you were not some passing fancy but a genuine love for you. He would think about your charms, your beauty, your smile, and wish to have it all for himself.

When he is working, his army colleagues would tease him about his affections, badgering him with questions about you. Of course, Caius would be quick to lose his temper, barking at them to mind their own business.

Caius would try to get your attention by inviting your family for supper, sending a servant to your home bearing a letter that described his interest in you. He would have his servants prepare the best dishes for your family, knowing that he will need to make a good impression as a worthy suitor for you.

When interacting with you, Caius would speak in soft, dulcet tones, asking if you were enjoying the food and if you were comfortable. You would be the only person that could make Caius laugh, let alone smile.

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Jonathan having a crush on you would include him conveying his affection through polite gestures, like asking about your day whenever you saw him in the lobby. He would listen to you rant about almost anything, like your favorite book or your favorite film actor. He would keep your favorite magazine reserved for you, save a plate of food if he knew you were going to have a long night.

If you were in the hotel when your birthday rolled around, he would use some of his savings to buy you a small present, be it a box of sweets or a piece of jewelry.

He wouldn't talk much about himself with you, given his dark, troubling past, but he would be very protective towards you. Jonathan would do anything and everything in his power to make sure that nobody hurt you, or used you as some type of bait to get to him.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

Robert having a crush on you would include him bringing coffee to you in the morning, just so he can see you before going off to work at the medical school.

He would remember each and every thing about your interactions. If you told him that your favorite scent was gardenia flowers, then he'd switch his usual cologne for one that smelled more like gardenia flowers. He'd even buy a tie that was your favorite color.

If the two of you were ever at a party, Robert would keep a subtle eye on you, prepared to knock anyone out if they ever got too handsy with you. He'd also silently hope that at one point during the night, you would approach him, a slow song would start to play, and you would put your arms around his neck, looking into his eyes…

Yeah, for someone who looks very detached from most things, Robert would be very, very attached to you.

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

Magnus having a crush on you would include plenty of teasing from his work colleagues at the police station. In front of them, he'd pretend to be all tough about it, denying as much as he can. But on the inside, Magnus would literally be putty in your hands.

He would buy flowers for you, often leaving them at your doorstep because of his odd hours. Whenever the two of you happened to meet, Magnus would feel elated whenever you recognized him.

It would take some egging from his colleagues or even Wallander himself to get Magnus to stop admiring you from afar and just ask you out for a drink.

Oakley from Unrelated

Oakley having a crush on you would include him doing a lot of tricks to impress you (like backflips in the air or putting out a match with his tongue). He'd love to show off in front of you, even if it means his friends teasing him about it. He'd flex his muscles (he has them, right?), brag about how good of a swimmer he is, and act like he's not afraid of any challenge.

Behind doors, he'd also do a lot of the cheesy things, like writing your first name with his last name in a notebook, or listing everything he likes about you.

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

Thomas having a crush on you would include him stealing glances at you from across the ballroom while you socialize with other guests. In public, Thomas would do a double take whenever you walked by.

Even though his sister keeps an iron grip on Thomas, he would still find a way to offer you compliments. He would tell you about the beautiful color of your eyes, the loveliness of your hairstyle, and the aesthetic appeal of your outfit.

And in private, he would write letters addressed to you - letters that he may or may not ever send to you, letters entailing each and every thing he enjoyed about you, letters that described everything he wished to do with you. One of the letters consisted of his wish to dance with you under the stars of Paris, and hold you in his arms while you gazed at the Eiffel tower.

Jaguar!Tom Hiddleston

Tom doesn't have "crushes"; he's a pretty guarded person, so he either falls hard, or not at all.

Tom being interested in you would include him bringing you plenty of luxurious gifts (Godiva chocolates, Chanel perfume, the latest designer gowns, your own 2-bedroom flat in London) and making time for you in his busy schedule.

He wold always have his chauffeurs pick you up from work/school, just to make sure that you're in safe hands.

When you're together, Tom would enjoy stealing an occasional kiss and surprising you with romantic gestures. On your birthday, he made entire city blackout except for London Bridge, which was lit up in your favorite color. He even booked a private theater just for the two of you, and had a showing of your favorite movie or play.

And if anyone tries to hit on you or be inappropriate with you? Be prepared to hear about their "mysterious disappearance" on the news the next day.

260 notes · View notes

holdmytesseract · 2 years

Text

Symphonies

CEO!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request: “Can I request this, mafia tom and innocent reader. He goes to a concert where she is playing the piano. Love at first sight for him and she doesn't have a clue about who he is. Maybe he pursues her gently. Pretty please ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️” - Requested by @cynic-spirit :)

Summary: Thomas William Hiddleston is Britains most famous CEO and got declared as the hottest bachelor around. He had a lot of women coming and going in his life, but then he sees you, playing the piano at a concert and is completely swept off his feet.

Warnings: uhh... I’d say none, except maybe a few typos?

Word Count: 1,3k

a/n: I know, the request says mafia!Tom, but @cynic-spirit and I changed it to CEO!Tom, ‘cause I realised that this whole Mafia world isn’t my cup of tea. But CEO!Tom was quite challenging as well, but a challenge is always good! I just hope you like! I tried my best! 🧡 And sorry again, that it took me that long...

Tom looked in the rear-view mirror of his black Jaguar, watching the London traffic behind him. He was on his way to the Royal Opera House, which was located in Convent Garden in the heart of London. The Royal Opera House was the most eminent British opera. And tonight, there was a concert, to which the CEO of the biggest company in whole Britain was invited. Thomas Hiddleston. It was a name who everyone knew. A name, who just got stuck in the brain. The experienced boss of 'Hiddleston Enterprises' was well-known. Not just among business people and tabloids - oh no... He caught the eyes of the ladies as well. After all got Thomas William Hiddleston declared as the hottest bachelor in Britain. Nevertheless didn't find Tom the right woman yet. Of course he had a few flings here and there, but nothing serious. After all, wanted a lot of them just his money or a night to remember, not his heart. Usually, women came to him, not the other way round. Well, not this night... Thomas parked his Jaguar and got out, straightening his brown suit and tie. A look on his watch told him that he was right on time. After locking his car, he made his way inside the Royal Opera House and talked to a few business partners he knew, before he took his seat in the main hall. Of course, had the CEO one of the best seats reserved, from which he had the perfect view of the stage. The concert began just five minutes later. It was a classic music concert and consisted of different artists, who played different instruments. Tom found himself enjoying this concert. The artists did an amazing job and mastered their instruments to perfection. But the last performance of the evening swept Tom completely off his feet, left him speechless. A young woman stepped on the stage. Y/H/C hair, innocent Y/E/C eyes. She wore a beautiful white dress, which ended shortly above her knees. Flower patterned lace adorned its arms. It hugged her form perfectly, but not in an inappropriate way. Quite the opposite... The dress wasn't extraordinary or pretentious, no... But it almost seemed like it was made for her. Tom's eyes raked over the young woman and stopped at her breathtaking eyes. Immediately, he noticed how nervous she was. He could see it clearly. The way her eyes flickered nervously through the mass of people in front of her and how she fumbled her hands. A nervous habit? Apparently, she hadn't done this often. Play the piano in front of a big audience. It was cute, thought Tom. She sat down on the little chair in front of the grand, white piano and started to play. If the CEO wouldn't have been intrigued at the moment he firstly laid eyes upon her, he would've been now. The way her fingers danced over the keyboard and the music which urged to his ears left him breathless. He just couldn't take his eyes off her. Then it happened... She looked up, coincidentally in Tom's direction - and their eyes met. For Thomas, it felt like he got hit full speed by a truck. His heart leaped in his throat, was beating faster than ever. An audible gasp left his lips and his head started to spin. He saw how the young woman struggled to keep her playing up. She quickly looked away again and tried to focus on her performance, but it was obvious that Tom's eyes on her made her nervosity even worse. Suddenly, everything around the CEO faded. There was only him, the breathtaking woman and the music. Was this what people called love at first sight? Her performance ended unfortunately way too soon for Tom. The clapping of the rest of the people ripped him out of his trance. It was the moment Tom decided, that he couldn't leave this building, before meeting the woman who had stolen his heart within minutes. No one did that to him before. No one made him feel like this before. So, Tom approached her on the 'after party' of the concert. He grabbed two glasses of champagne and made his way over to where she stood. She was currently talking with one of the other artists, smiling. The bachelor put on his most charming smile and interrupted their conversation, gentlemanly but demanding. "If I may be so rude and interrupt this conversation..." The two women turned their heads towards him. His eyes landed on the mysterious piano player, making the other woman - who knew of course who stood in front of her clear that he was interested in her conversational partner. She nodded. "Of course, Sir." And left, while the chosen woman looked at him with widened eyes. Her heart started to beat faster. That was the man who looked at her through her whole performance. "I never saw someone playing the piano so well before." Tom said, giving her an intense look. He sensed her uncertainty and knew, that she recognised him. His words made her blush immediately and she nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "O-Oh, um, t-thank you, Sir." How cute it was, how nervous he made her, thought Tom. He smiled his charming smile, eyes wandering towards the second champagne glass in his hands. "Would you like some champagne, Miss...?" "Y/N. I-I mean Y/N Y/L/N." She smiled nervously, taking the glass Tom offered her. "I am usually not a person who drinks a lot of alcohol, but why not. Thank you, Mr. Uh... You didn't say your name yet, did you?" Tom chuckled, shaking his head. She apparently didn't know him - and he loved it. "No, darling. I didn't." Darling... That nickname made Y/N blush all over again. "I'm Thomas Hiddleston. Tom for you." "Tom..." Y/N rolled his name off her tongue and damn sounded it good. Tom could get definitely used to her, saying his name... "Thank you, again." "Of course, darling." Tom took a sip from the expensive sparkling wine. "Where did you learn to play the piano so well?" Y/N took a careful nip of the alcohol herself. "My dad, uh, taught me how to play when I was six. It became quickly my passion. I kept on practicing, learning different songs to play and how to improve my playing." Thomas noticed how her eyes shone more with every word she said about her passion. It was beautiful. "You learned to play with six years?" She nodded, smiling softly. "Yes, Si- Tom." "That's absolutely astonishing." The bachelor downed his glass. "Would you mind giving me a private concert sometime?" "A-A private concert?" Y/N squeaked up. "Yes, I'd love that." But before, I'd like to take you out for dinner." "D-Dinner?" "If you want to, of course." He smiled. "You piqued my interest heavily, Y/N, I am honest. You're a wonderful woman and I'd like to get to know you better." Y/N's eyes widened, her cheeks getting rosy again. She felt utterly flustered, but also flattered. No doubt was Tom a quite attractive man. And the way he spoke made her knees turn into jelly. The CEO on the other side was totally attracted by Y/N's seemingly sheer innocence and shyness. She was so pure. Nothing compared to the women he had dated before. She didn't know him. She wasn't lured by his money. "T-Thanks, I, uh... Yes, o-okay." Tom gave her another charming smile and offered his arm. "Shall we escape this, then?" Y/N bit her lip, looked at Tom, then his arm and back, before she looped her arm through his with a soft smile. "Yes." Together, Thomas and Y/N left the Royal Opera House and went to have dinner. This one, insignificant concert was meant to change the CEO's life forever...

a/n: A thank you goes out to @youlightmeupfinn ! She gave me a few helpful tips on how to write CEO!Tom! :)

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fanfiction #ceo!tom hiddleston #ceo!tom hiddleston x reader

175 notes · View notes

lostalioth · 3 years

Note

If you’re taking requests: being at an awards show with Tom Hiddleston and he knows you get hot for him rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and putting his hands in his pockets, so he does it by accident but catches you staring and teases you in public and then fucks you in the car on the way home

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘮

summary: “get in the back, would you darling?” he tried his hardest to sound sweet even though all his words sounded like growls.

warnings: smut, rpf, tom x fem!reader, nicknames [dove, darling], reader calls tom tommy a lot, degradation kink, unprotected sex, sex in a car.

notes: I’m gonna be honest, tom doing those things also gets me going lmao! I have no idea why just him doing that is attractive. also I just realized I didn’t add the awards show part sorry!!

Thomas William Hiddleston is an unrelenting tease. He may be an unbelievably sweet gentleman, but he also can’t seem to help himself from teasing you anyway he can.

After dating for nearly four years, this man has learned everything that makes your gears turn.

Every little thing.

He teases you even when he doesn't intend to. You were stood in the parking lot of the small but fancy restaurant you just had dinner at with some mutual friends and your boyfriend. You and Tom stood with your back to the car you arrived in, and were chatting with your three friends. While one of them was babbling about how good the food was, you steal a glance at your tom by your side.

You feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat as your eyes are now glued to your boyfriend. It was such a simple action, he rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows and shoved his large hands into his trouser pockets. His chiseled face held a smirk, you knew he wasn’t intending to tease you. That was just one of those little things that over time the more he did, the more attractive you found it. It doesn’t help that he had been teasing you throughout the entire dinner. With little dirty comments in your ear, his fingers dancing up the skirt of your elegant dress.

As your friends are engrossed in a new conversation you push yourself against Tom’s side. “Tommy can we goo homee” you whine dragging the end of the last word out. Your hand rubs over his arm until you intertwine your fingers together.

All he has to do is look into your eyes. To see they are glazed over, and void of their original color as your pupils over took it. His cocky smirk only grew and you could tell his pants tighten around his cock. The both of you quickly excuse yourself saying how you have to get up early in the morning. Wetness was already pooling at your core, nearly ruining your panties. You were only growing more impatient.

Tom nearly peeled out of there, the minute the both of you were seated in his navy blue Jaguar. You were only halfway home, but the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable. As Tom's gaze is fixated on the road in front of him, you begin to slide your hand over the obvious tent in his pants. He grows under your smooth hand. You can tell his knuckles begin to turn white, from the grip he has on the steering wheel.

“Dove just a few more minutes and we will be home” his voice sounded so deep it causes you to clench your thighs. “But i need you now Tom” you whimpered and continued to plam over his rock hard cock. You could tell as you pulled into the gate of your large shared home, he was beginning to become annoyed with his cock being confined.

Tom stops and parks the car only a half of the way up the long drive away. Your brows furrowed in confusion. You were only a few feet away from the house. Why was he stopping the car here? “Get in the back, would you darling?” He tried his hardest to sound sweet even though all his words sounded like growls.

You eagerly nod and climb your way over the console, and into the oddly spacious backseats. Tom gets out of the car and meets you in the back, coming in using the door so it was easier to climb between your legs.

“Look what you do to me dove, you like getting me all needy for you don’t you?” He teases as he slides his trousers down with his boxers. His aching cock is freed, slapping his still clothed abdomen. His reddened tip was already leaking pre cum. “You’re the one who was being a tease all through dinner Tommy” you groan in protest but proceed to slip your panties off from under your dress.

“How could I not, darling? You just look so pretty when you’re worked up” a deep chuckle escaped his lips as pushes his body further between your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress up. The hot swollen head of his cock was now pressed between your slick folds. Your face was suddenly flushed as it seemed the temperature in the car was now exponentially hotter.

“You always get so slutty for me from a single little touch dove” he grins as he watches your face reaction to him slowly rubbing his cock through your folds. Just barely pressing his tip into your pussy. You hold back a whine, you were unbelievably needy by now.

“Such a pretty slut all for me”

After those sinful words left his mouth, his lips crashed into yours. You gasp into the heated kiss but shut your eyes and kiss back with the same amount of heat.

As your lips are busy occupying his you slide your hand between your bodies and slip his cock inside. He groans and smiles proudly into the kiss. “My needy little whore, can’t stand anymore teasing huh?” He questioned with a mumble against your plump lips. “Can’t get enough of your cock Tommy, just can’t, feel so good” you pull away from the kiss to let out a wanton moan, as Tom was now roughly rocking his hips against yours. He steadies himself by gripping onto your hip.

It took him not even a second for his bulbous tip to find that one spot. His thrusts quickly feel into pattern, abusing your g-spot. “Oh god, but you're a good little slut darling” he let out a low moan as the aching in his cock had subsided but the coil started to tighten already.

“All for you” you manage to nearly scream out in between your whines and moans. “That’s right dove. All mine. My whore. A pretty little slut drunk just for my cock” he growls. You clench down hard around him at the degrading names. They only fed the growing knot in the pit of your stomach. His hips slammed harder against yours now. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the mixture of both of your moans filled the heated car.

Both of you were fastly approaching your highs. Tom can tell you were close by the way you eagerly bounce back to meet his now sloppy thrusts. The closer Tom was getting the harder his grip on your hip was. “Cum with me darling, come on dove cum for me” he whispers softly as his lips now ghosted over your swollen ones.

“Yes Tommy, yes yes” your brain was starting to go fuzzy the closer your high came. You could barely comprehend what left your mouth by now. “Cum for me now darling” he had abandoned the degrading nicknames by now as his voice was filled with comfort and love, urging you on.

Your loud whine is muffled when Tom molds his lips over yours once again as your orgasms come crashing down on you both. The rocking of Tom's hips progressively slows down as the two of you come down from your highs.

With a small sigh and a short giggle you're the first to break the comfortable silence.

“You really couldn’t have just drove the rest of the way so we could’ve done this on our bed Tom”

note: yes I gave tom a jaguar what about it? also i managed to write a tom smut fic with no sir kink lmao.

297 notes · View notes

glxssylaufey · 3 years

Text

💌🍄𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~🌿🏛

₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 06/26/2021

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 10/2/2021

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 13

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 “❤️‍🔥” 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+)

temporarily inactive.

⊱Tom Hiddleston characters:

ｍｕｌｔｉｐｌｅｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ:

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞: stuck in a love triangle with prince hal and thomas sharpe (drabble)

ｔｏｍｈｉｄｄｌｅｓｔｏｎ:

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞: ❤️‍🔥 jaguar!tom x reader ; after a night of spoiling his girl, tom drives y/n home. during the ride, her arousal gets the best of both of them.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧: ❤️‍🔥 tom hiddleston x fem!reader ; you and your loving boyfriend enjoy a relaxing night at home with one another. little did you realize, the night was only just beginning.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: ❤️‍🔥 stepdad!tom hiddleston x reader; both you and your stepdad awkwardly cross paths at a late night party, sparking a night to remember.

ｌｏｋｉ:

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: loki x reader ; there’s a new guest staying at the Avengers Tower. to make matters worse, you are put in charge to watch over the new member of the compound.

fic teaser ch.1 ch.2

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲: ❤️‍🔥 president!loki x firstlady!reader ; the night of the the election.

ａｄａｍ:

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫: adam x reader ; it’s your one year anniversary with your boyfriend adam. after a passionate night together, things take a turn. it only took a couple seconds and two fangs to change your life.

ｍａｇｎｕｓｍａｒｔｉｎｓｓｏｎ:

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐫. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧: (drabble)

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬: ❤️‍🔥 magnus martinsson x fem!reader ; after a long day at the office, you and your boyfriend magnus return home. not wanting to interrupt your relaxation, magnus helps himself to relieve the stresses of the day.

ｊｏｎａｔｈａｎｐｉｎｅ:

𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡: jonathan pine x reader ; you are the oldest daughter of richard roper. needing an escape from reality, you sneak out to the beach for a quick joint. what you didn’t expect was for jonathan pine to catch you.

ｄｒｒｏｂｅｒｔｌａｉｎｇ:

𝐟𝐥𝐲:❤️‍🔥 dr robert laing x reader ; Charlotte Melville and Richard Wilder are visiting.

248 notes · View notes

justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

Text

On The Side of The Road | Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar!Tom) x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar!Tom) x Reader

Summary: Tom needs a release.

Warnings: Public Sex, Dom/sub, Sex on a Car, Restraints, Smut, Spanking, Come Marking, Comeplay, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex

“Get out.” Tom commanded as the Jaguar jerked to a stop on the side of the deserted road.

“What?” You furrowed your brow, squirming in your seat.

Tom unbuckled his seat and exited the car. He walked around the front and you spied the bulge in his suit pants. Your door whipped open and Tom snapped off your buckle, jerking you out of the car by your elbow.

“I said, Get. Out.” he growled in your ear.

You stumbled as you worked to gain footing on the uneven shoulder of the road. Tom pulled you roughly around to the back of the car.

“Hands on the trunk.”

You smirked. “Are you going to pat me down?”

Tom didn’t wait for you to do as he asked, losing patience. He spun you, knocking you off balance and pressed your torso against the metal of the car’s trunk.

“Since you can’t seem to go where I tell you to, I am going to have to keep you in place.” You overheard the sound of fabric against fabric. Soon the smooth silk of Tom’s tie wrapped around your wrist. You struggled, but the knot held tight.

Tom’s hands gripped your ass as he shimmied your skirt up around your hips. He clicked his tongue.

“What have I said about panties?” He stared down at the lacy black thong you were wearing?”

Your voice trembled. “No panties.” Your head dropped and your forehead rested against the car.

“Allow me to help.” His hands slid up your legs, cupping your ass. You shivered against his touch. He pulled the scrap of fabric down; you lifted your feet to help take them off, and he placed them in his suit jacket pocket.

“Open your legs.”

Tom pressed against you. His hardened cock ached against your backside. You shuffled your feet as best you could in your state as Tom undid his belt and push his pants down but not off. Without warning, Tom pushed into you, taking the wind from your lungs.

“Fuck!” you breathed out. That earned your rear a hard slap on Tom’s hand as he thrusted back into you.

“Watch your mouth or I will put it to better use.”

You bit your lower lip to suppress any further outbursts as Tom grabbed ahold of your hands for leverage. His pace was brutal and soon that all familiar sensation tightened in your core. You moaned.

“I’m close.” your voice raspy.

Tom’s breath pricked at your ear. “Do you wish to cum, darling?”

“Yes, please, Sir. Please let me cum!” you begged as Tom continued to ravage your body.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Tom tilted your hips back, allow him to press his thumb against your clit. The new angle also positioned his cock to thrust against your G-spot.

“YES!” you screamed as you saw stars and the whole scene went white. Tom pulled out of you to cum on your backside in heavy spurts. He pulled your dress down over the mess, undid the tie and patted your bottom.

“Back in the car.”

“My panties.” You held out your hand. Tom’s low chuckle rattled in his chest.

“Oh I’m not done with you.” Your eyes widened. “I think you know what I am talking about.” His lips curled into a smile.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston smut #jaguar!tom

103 notes · View notes

christinebloodwrittings · 2 years

Text

Briefly Instant (Part Fifteen)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can't comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.

Warnings for this chapter: Blood.

*Sorry, short chapter, but I needed to get to the point*

Previous Chapter ___ Next Chapter ___ Masterlist

TH Taglist: @lucky-foxface @lokisprettygirl22 @criticaltrinket @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss @el-zef @apine7

“You ready?” Charlie helped you carry out your bags to the sidewalk, both waiting for his Jaguar to show up, “Are you sure you want to go with him after, you know?” you were asking yourself that same question, “I’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t drink” you half-joked, “Besides, he was probably on ecstasy or some weird shit, because I know alcohol, and he wasn’t just on that” she hummed in response, lifting her sight from you to the fancy car approaching, “Here comes Alan form The Hangover” you laughed as you elbowed her on the side, “Easy”.

“Hello ladies” he walked first to you, almost because of gravity you fell into his embrace, he smelled so good.

“Hello handsome” he smiled, giving you a light squeeze. “This is my friend Charlie, we live together” your friend gave you a look then shook Tom’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you Charlie” she just smiled and hummed, trying to keep her thoughts out of her mouth.

“Well, see you in a few weeks” You tried to ignore the thousand and one warning signs in her body language, but Charlie was perceptive, "Be careful" she whispered to you, not like a mother warning her son to a knowing that he is going to do something wrong, no, but that there was only pure and absolute affection in her intention.

“I will” you promised.

Tom took your suitcase and squeezed it in between his own luggage, he wanted to seem cool but you ended up helping him in between giggles because of his struggle to get it in.

It felt incredible, just you and him and the endless road painted in the sky, the plane easily cut through the air, the trip was going to be short, but anyway, it seemed like they would be on the plane for a whole day. And it was warm, feeling his arm draped around your waist, his steady breath sounding against your ear, which was almost glued to his chest. It was as if you were alone. You feeling him, and him almost denying that the moment was real.

When the plane landed, Tom scrambled to grab your hand and sneak you away from the normal entrance, knowing there would be some paparazzi waiting for the next gossip.

The airport staff guided you to a van with black windows, a knot formed in your stomach, not knowing if it was really coming from the agency to pick them up or if it was something else.

“Are you alright love? Maybe I pulled you too harshly?” you shook your head, but it was pretty dark inside the van so he couldn’t really see you, “No, I’m okay, you’re shaking” you took his trembling hands and tried your best to cover them with yours, but his were bigger than yours.

The man who sat in the front seat of the car was slightly taller than you, had short blond hair, and was dressed in colorful clothing, like a tourist lost in Hawaii.

"Hi Tom, ready to go?" He seemed so full of life, he made you feel like a rotting corpse. Sam! Y/n this is Sammy Woods” he settled himself in his seat so he could shake your hand, “I'm the guy who makes sure he gets there on time, and sometimes this guy's image consultant and publicist” he joked while going back to the front.

"How was the flight?" he asked with an air of insinuation, looking at Tom more than at you. "Honestly, I wish I had slept more, I was so comfortable" with you on top, how could he say that? you asked yourself, but the smile you caught on his face didn't lie at all.

Thankfully because of the darkness he didn’t saw the scarlet blush you had over your cheeks.

"Well, you better take advantage of the moment, because it's a good three hour trip to even get to the sector where you're going to film, so, I would recommend you to take a nap” Sam eyed you through the rearview, winking. You couldn’t understand why exactly had he intended with it, until Tom hummed in response and accommodated himself so his head fell on your lap and his body would fit comfortably in the spot, although his legs kind of hanged from the seat.

"Don't let me sleep too long, my sweet, please?" you leaned in to place a kiss on his forehead and whispered 'it's ok', he quickly fell asleep when he felt your fingers on his scalp. "And we lost him," you laughed at Sam's humor, "Who are you to him exactly?" his eyes fixed on you, suspiciously awaiting your answer, "For him? no idea, but I consider myself his friend" you said 'friend' with too much affection, he didn't continue with the subject, in your eyes he could see something, and he knew it was better shut up and watch it grow.

“I am thankful, despite the incident with the bar and all, you’re here with him” you heard his voice as you kept your eyes on your fingers tangling on Tom’s curls, “Do you happen to know if he was with someone else, that night?” he took a moment, he looked deep in thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Honestly, that night is a blur for me, I only remember going to the bathroom and right after that Tom was unhinged” you hummed in acknowledge.

“Why do you ask?” it seemed as a normal question, but the way his eyes moved on the mirror, “Just asking, it seemed off that he would’ve gone to a bar to drink until oblivion alone” you laughed absently, “Oh yeah, he’s not like that, you’re absolutely right”.

Tom stirred in his place after a couple of hours, he slept peacefully most of the trip. His eyes opened and saw how your face was far from relaxed, you were sleeping, but not comfortable. The absence of the weight in your lap and the sound of your belt unbuckling woke you up, as soon as you were awake he hugged you close to his chest, and as if you were connected to him, you snuggled into his chest, you moved just the way he wanted.

That connection, you felt it, it was as if you just knew what he was getting at, it was either that or just exhaustion and jet lag taking over you.

The place they were going to film was super nice, a beautiful hotel, and Tom was going to be a night manager, so he was probably going to wear a suit. After receiving some instructions about the process, the same driver will take you and Tom to the residence where you will be staying.

It was modest, with only one level. It consisted of a well equipped kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. Although you wished you didn't have to use the second bedroom, it made sense to have your own space, just in case. Tom had no objections to this, in fact he even encouraged you to take it; It's not like it was a problem, either way he intended for you not to spend a single night in that room.

A couple days of filming went by, life inside that house has got more domestic each day. You loved to fix his shirt and his tie before he left, he had to shoot in between periods of time, so sometimes he lunched with you, and sometimes he asked you to go out with him to treat you with dinner.

It was so intimate, sometimes it worn you out. As an introvert, too much energy spent on an action or something you're not used to do regularly, takes too much energy from you, being with Tom was new and unexplored.

He did not even make fun of your OCD, nor did he complain about the cleanliness or the strict order that you had imposed in the house, he helped you sweep, vacuum, take out the garbage, cook. There really was nothing more sensual than a man who could be responsible of household chores. It was hard for you to keep your hands off him even, not that he complained much either.

It was one night, Tom was out filming, you were cooking dinner, when an angry series of knocks on the door made you turn off the stove and rush to the door, “Y/N, Y/N, Come quick! He might not make it” it was one of the extras, he was shaking and looked agitated to say the least, “What is going on!? Where’s Tom?” he took you by the arm and pulled you to the car. He drove like a maniac to the set, and just in the same way you ran out of the vehicle, quickly leaded by the extra towards the group of people.

“TOM!?” you yelled, the staff members and cast moved aside to let you in.

Your heart stopped at the sight of him. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, his blood was on the ground and it absolutely covered his face. You fell to your knees, shaking you put your finger under his nose, to your horror, he wasn’t breathing.

“No, please, wait, someone call an ambulance!” nobody moved, “What are you all doing? Help him!!” tears already streamed down your eyes, your voice held so much urgence and terror, it was impossible not to tear up at it, somehow everyone remained pretty calmed.

It was all silent rage and panic, thundering sobs and cries, until everyone started laughing.

53 notes · View notes

frostironfudge · 3 years

Text

Rush - Tom Hiddleston

Summary: chapter 1 of a fanfic loosely based on the transporter movie series and inspired by the advert tom did for jaguar.

Chapter 2 >

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of guns, car crashes, mild violence

Words: 2124

A.N.: this fic is now complete hence taglist is closed please ignore the ‘taglist is open’ statement going forward. Thank you.

fanfiction masterlist

------

Chapter 1

The silver car purrs, the deadly silence broken, Tom has a smirk on his face as he catches the reflection of the man, he just took the payment from reaching for the gun tucked away in the back of his trousers.

“I think you will find it rather unwise on your part to attempt to put a bullet through me.” Tom warned walking the distance to the boot of the car and placing the duffle bag inside it.

None the less the cocking of the gun was heard, Tom looked up and tsked, unimpressed.

“You want part of the money?” Sometimes minions wish for a cut from their own boss’ payments, Tom mused.

“I’d like you dead at my feet, the parcel you just received would be a nice addition.” The man’s accent thick, a sick smile on his face.

Tom pressed the little button that automatically shut the boot, stepping cautiously toward the man.

“Stay there don’t move.” The man warned.

“Alright, here I remain, two feet away near the car.” Tom raised his hands in feign surrender,

“Now explain why me being dead is beneficial to you?”

“Simply put, revenge.” The man moved closer, fingers not even trembling around the gun.

Things never look great in this line of work.

“I really should change my career, any temp job openings you know of?” Tom enquired, buying time to form a plan.

“Oh, shut up, your mouth runs too fast and it got my boyfriend in trouble with our boss.” The man explained.

“I’ve dealt with a lot of your boss’ employees, you’re going to have to enlighten me more than that.” Even though his own mind would reach to the connections quicker than the buffoon who had the gun safety off.

“Tall guy, beard, skull tattoo – ”

“Skull tattoo on his right bicep, last time I saw him was eight months ago.” Tom completed,

he remembered, but it wasn’t his fault, the man tried to run off after taking the package from Tom and their boss was there watching.

It was a lucrative deal.

“You do realise your boyfriend was the one who tried to run and your boss caught him.” Tom reasoned, staying close to his car.

“I know what he tried to do but I also happen to know the people you’ve pissed off in your line of work.”

The words had just ended and headlights of six cars came on, Tom was glad he had decided to skip lunch. This was going to involve a lot of lane change driving.

“You look a little pale there.” The man commented.

“Oh, well see now your boss has to arrange some more payment for me, always part of the contract when you have loose cannons on the team. Seen many in my line of work.” Tom held the man’s attention; eight cars were inside here to ambush him.

Tom slid his hand above the tail light it dropped down to reveal a small gun, he held it up smiling at his friend’s expression of disbelieve on the size of the gun compared to his, such egotistical people.

Tom shot three bullets at the ground, the bullets quickly bursting and releasing a thick brown liquid.

“Now if you will excuse me, I have a plane to catch.” Tom put the gun back, swiftly moving to the driver’s side of the car as the bullets started flying from across the lake of brown liquid.

Getting in, he changed gears, reversing then climbing the turn filled road that led to the parking entrance.

Checking his mirrors, he saw the oil he had put down did the job of causing difficulties for the cars to move at a higher speed, they wouldn’t risk their time or lives slipping.

Made it easy for him to slip away. He would have laughed at the pun.

As he got out and swerved the car onto the freeway, he noticed he wasn’t alone, not yet.

He hated when it was an hour when civilian cars were also on the road.

Tom’s grip on the wheel, tightened as he saw a figure stand up from the sunroof of the car behind him, starting to shoot bullets at his bullet proof car.

“Idiots.” He brought the car into the extension lane diverging from his original route.

He did tell them he was heading to the airport.

A few ideas bounced around his head as he zig-zagged his way overtaking cars.

“I’m going to throw up, could you drive in a straight line?” A figure got up from the back seat, Tom was startled the car swerving slightly, but he knew he couldn’t hit the breaks or slow down.

This person was not part of his current plan of action.

“I can’t stay in one line it isn’t safe, for me nor you unless you’re on their side if so, I will not hesitate to throw you out.” He lifted one hand to point back at the cars behind him.

The figure looked behind and saw a normal road but when they concentrated through their hazing mind, they saw a pattern of cars different to the normal ones.

“Also, if you want to throw me out you’d have to slow down, uh, um, you may want to, you know switch lanes.” When the figure looked back ahead at the truck approaching in the same lane probably five hundred meters away.

Tom shook his head, “No.”

“We’ll die.”

“So be it.” He deadpanned.

“Do you have a death wish?”

“You should have thought of that before you snuck into my car, you know people could have death wishes, not a good escape plan or whatever plan you had.” Tom mused.

“Uh, first of all I don’t have a plan, I just woke up, second if I wanted to escape, I wouldn’t sneak into a car like this.”

Tom looked at the figure through the rear-view mirror, streetlights not helping much to get a good look, female, could be tall, a little heavier build hair is all over and frizzed out –

“Stop analysing me and switch lanes for the love of god!” She exclaimed leaning over the middle console her hand pointing towards the truck.

Tom looked at her, she looked scared, who wouldn’t be? He looked ahead, concentrating on getting his timing right.

“Sit back.” Tom ordered

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She sat back into the middle.

Tom quickly turned the car into the furthest right lane when there was just in the nick of time to save themselves from the truck collision, the car that had been hot on their tail collided and three cars after that car collided into the first.

He only hoped no civilian life was in danger.

As for the figure in his car, she flew towards the left when he did the turn, forehead colliding with the window.

“Ow-fuck-damn it,” she hissed at the pain rubbing her head.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked, looking at her through the mirror.

“No. Genius.” She groaned again, as he swerved them to the left and she went to the right, she thought he did it on purpose but then she heard the crash sound from behind.

“Apologies.” Tom said, a small apologetic smile on his face, then he realised she couldn’t see him so he let the smile falter.

“Do you have any water?” She asked.

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“You do not keep water in your car? What if you get a coughing fit? Or are dehydrated during some high-speed car chase?” She wondered.

“I usually relax after I get my job done.” Tom’s mind was in confusion, she sounded so innocent? As if she didn’t know what she was doing.

“So, you probably don’t keep snacks around either.”

“I don’t wish to throw up while I do high speed car chases.” Tom looked at her with a what the actual hell expression through the rear-view mirror he then realised he doesn’t know why she’s here.

“Then I hope you ate before –” she started but Tom cut her off,

“Who are you, what are you doing in my car, when did you get in here, what is your mission?” Tom asked.

“I am you.” She said softly, laughing after that.

Tom was silent and confused, more confused.

There aren’t many institutions close by who said a ward of theirs had escaped.

Was she a criminal then?

“Do not tell me you don’t know that movie reference.” She seemed annoyed.

He was dumbfounded. Movies why is she thinking of movies?

“Rush Hour? The movie? Action-Comedy classic? Ring a bell?” She went on trying to help him remember.

“I haven’t seen them.” He answered.

“Sad, those are nice movies. Watch them when you get time.” She suggested.

“You haven’t answered my questions.” He reminded.

“Not all questions can be answered so easily.” She spoke,

“I have no mission, because I don’t know how did I land up in your car, all I remember is getting my morning coffee at my local coffee place walking out when everything goes blank.”

“How do I know you aren’t lying?” He asked,

There was a paper crumpling sound and her hand reached forward tapping his shoulder, he looked down, it was a receipt of this morning for coffee like she said.

“That is all I have on me, my bag’s gone, I do remember being vaguely thrown into something? I don’t even know where am I.”

“Who are you?” Tom asked.

“My name’s,”

“And no more Rush Hour references.” He warned.

“Y/N.”

“You’re telling me your real name?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know how a fake name would be helpful.” Y/N shrugged.

“Can I get on the front seat? I’ll climb over?” She asked hopeful.

“No, I don’t trust you.” Tom informed.

“Uh, if you don’t trust me then like why keep me in the back seat where I can attack you and kill you?”

She made a fair point. Tom was unwilling to admit it.

“Nope, you won’t kill me.” Tom assured himself and her.

“Why?” Y/N was taken aback by this man,

“Also, what is your name?”

“Tom.” He answered, not knowing why he wanted to be truthful

“Tom?”

“Yeah, Tom.”

“So, I give you my real name and you give me a name like Tom.”

“Hey if I was going with a fake name, I’d say something generic like Chris.”

“Touché.”

“Also, you’re too childlike to be an assassin.”

“What if that is my whole mojo?” Y/N pressed on.

“Not really.” Tom shrugged again, smiling at Y/N’s irritation.

“Fine, I’m not an assassin but why not let me sit in front, easier to communicate.”

“I don’t trust you enough.” Tom said again.

“I’m a writer of sorts if you must know.”

“Any works I may have read?” Tom enquired; his interest piqued.

“Not that famous.” There was a tone of finality to Y/N’s voice maybe she didn’t want to share anything further.

Tom just nodded, mapping out an efficient route to a safe house.

“I’m thirsty.” Y/N said after about fifteen minutes.

“We could stop at a petrol station and you can go and get water.”

“So that you can drive off leaving me in an unknown place? I don’t think so buddy.” Y/N pat his shoulder, settling back in her seat.

“I won’t leave.” Tom assured.

“Yeah right, been there heard that.” She muttered loud enough.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Tom looked back at her, turning his head.

“Nothing.”

“I say, I’d wait because I’d like some water too.” Tom added.

She didn’t say anything for a minute or two in response, Tom pursed his lips, mapping out the road.

“When did you last eat?” She asked and Tom’s stomach growled, she held a small grin she had a feeling he was hungry.

“Uh been a while.” He gave a short ha ha.

“Not awkward really.” She tried comforting him.

“So, water and crisps?”

“I was thinking fish and chips?” Tom suggested.

“I’d like that yeah; it is a favourite of mine.”

“Well good we can get it close by, just have one more car to throw of our trail.” Tom pressed down the accelerator and Y/N wore her belt before she’d lose her head.

“Good girl.” Tom praised.

“Uh, Tom?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No Tom, up ahead right side the car-”

Y/N didn’t have time to complete her sentence as the person directed their aim to the tires firing gun shots, Tom swerved the to the left going across the road, tires screeching and a loud bang echoed through the car.

The last thing Y/N heard was the sound of someone stepping on broken glass growing louder and coming closer toward the car.

----

let me know if you like it!

i've had this fic as a wip for the longest time and i felt that it is time to share it

thank you for reading!

loads of love

- frostironfudge

Please understand no part of my work should be reproduced, plagiarised, distributed, translated without my informed consent.

Chapter 2 here!

96 notes · View notes