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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."

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[stupidthoughtsinwriting]

T. Hiddleston and Co. Collection

Basically the fic log of our dear mister Hiddleston and his characters

Tom Hiddleston

Series

One shots

Loki

Series and Collections

Try again -She left years ago for the sake of their child and herself but when he needs her, she comes in a heartbeat. The only problem is could he forgive her for leaving and could they try again?

His Home (Collection) -Set after the blip, here is a series of fics on what's happened in Loki's home...

Oneshots and Short stuffs

Don't leave me... I'll stay -After an argument causes a rift between Loki and Y/N, the day is spent ignoring the other until Y/N decides to spend the night away from Loki.

Late night

It's not your fault

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[holdmytesseract]

Against the odds

Chapter Nine - Revelations

a/n: The next chapter is here, guys! 😁 Enjoy! ☺️

Word Count: 3,7k

Warnings for this Chapter: angst, mentions of past trauma, swear words, pregnancy things

Masterlist

Your brother's eyes darted from you to the suitcase and back, mouth agape. "Y-Y/N that's, uhh..." "Yeah..." You said, zipping up the suitcase once again. "Consequences... Like I said..." Chris was visibly shocked, expected everything to see in that suitcase, but definitely not an ultrasound picture. Being a triple dad himself, he knew exactly, what that meant. "I-I can't quite believe this..." Your brother started, shaking his head. "Y-You're pregnant?" You nodded. "My little sister is pregnant?" "Yep. After trying again and again and again for months with absolutely no luck, one slip up was enough." Chris still needed a moment to grasp this. "But, it's, uh, Tom's baby, right?" You scoffed in offense. "Of course, it's Tom's! Do you think like Nate now?! That I'm screwing through the actor world?" Chris' eyes widened, when he realised with horror what he had said. "No, no, no, of course not! It's just... So sudden and unrealistic! I'm so sorry, Arielle!" You sighed. "You better be..." Unpleasant silence spread throughout the room, before Chris cleared his throat. "So... My brother-from-another-mother is going to be a daddy... Woah, that's crazy. I bet he's super happy about it! He always loved kids." At his words you swallowed hard; felt your guilty conscience creep up on you again like so many times before. "Tom doesn't know it yet." You quipped in a quiet, ashamed voice. Once again, Chris' eyes widened. "What? You didn't tell him?? You just left without telling him??" "I know, I know, I'm horrible... I just... I had to go, I couldn't..." You didn't know what to say; felt the tears burning in your eyes. "I know, Y/N... I know..." Chris pulled you in another hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You sobbed against his chest for minutes and minutes, while your big brother just held you and comforted you. "You gotta tell him, Arielle..." Chris whispered. "He deserves to know." "I-I know - and I want to, b-but... It's just a lot at the moment." You felt Chris nodding against your shoulder, before he retreated from the hug. "Go to bed, rest." "Yeah... That's for the best, I think." Your brother placed a kiss on your forehead. "As soon as Liam arrives tomorrow, we are going to take you out, get your mind off things." You gave Chris a weak smile. "Sounds wonderful." "Good night." "Night." Chris left the room, closing the door behind you. A big sigh escaped your lips. Oh, what a mess...

You actually wanted to go to sleep, but then decided to pack out your things, you had haphazardly thrown into your suitcase before you left London. The ultrasound picture fell into your hands once again, of course. You stared down at it - at the small, innocent life, which was growing inside you. That was all you ever wanted and dreamed of, wasn't it? And yet you felt so torn. Shaking your head, you placed it back in one of the pockets in the suitcase and unpacked all your other stuff. It took a little while and managed to pull your thoughts off of all the chaos - and the gorgeous, handsome, heartbroken Brit at least a little bit.

It was almost midnight, when you sunk in the cosy sheets of the bed in the guest bedroom. A last check of your mobile shot a painful ache through your heart. About ten missed calls and dozens of messages from Tom. You squeezed your eyes shut and quickly turned off your phone, before the tears could start to fall again.

Sleep didn't come easy to you that night. You tossed and turned; thousand thoughts were running at lighting speed through your head. Your brain just couldn't turn off. The hours ticked by and at some point, you were mentally so exhausted, that you just slept in. But nevertheless, the sleep wasn't restful and therefore you felt awful as you stood up the next day...

"Morning." You slumped into the kitchen, tiredly rubbing your eyes. "Hey, good morning." Elsa greeted you with a soft smile. She was just preparing breakfast as it seemed. "Slept good?" You shook your head. "Not at all. My brain just couldn't shut up." Her expression shifted immediately, turned compassionate. "Oh no, I'm so sorry..." You sighed, before you sat down on of the chairs. "Yeah... Not even at night can I have a little bit of peace... This all haunts me even then..." Elsa's face scrunched up in worry, as she made her way over to you, sitting on the chair beside you and placing her hand on your shoulder. "You definitely need to get your mind off things, sweetie. I know, this is a difficult task, with Tom and the media being constantly present in your life, but if you don't do this, your mental health is going to suffer from this." You looked over at your brother's wife, almost helplessly. "I-I know, but... I just can't, I..." You had to swallow hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. She reached for your hand and took it gently in hers. "You will. Take time off. Rest. Text Tom you need a break. Turn off your phone. Ignore anyone and anything. It will help, I promise. Clear your head and sort out your thoughts and feelings. We are going to make this. You can do this, Y/N." You shook your head. "I-It's not just that, I-" You took a deep breath; about to drop the bombshell. "Elsa, I-I'm pregnant."

You expected for her to be totally shocked and surprised - but she wasn't. Quite the opposite. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips, as she squeezed your hand. "But that is wonderful, sweetie. Isn't that what you always wanted?" You looked at her, blinking. "Y-Yes, but Tom and I never talked about it, a-and we're barely six months together and the publicity and-" "Hey... It doesn't matter. You know why?" You shook your head. "Because first off, Tom loves kids. He would never turn you down. Never. Secondly, he loves you. I could see it in his eyes. From the very first time he met you. You turned this man's head - hard. He will fight for you. You two belong together. And thirdly... Don't let yourself get down by the publicity. Sounds easy, I know, but you have to learn to not let them get to you. Show the truth. Show them what a wonderful life you have with Tom. Show them how happy you two are. Be proud of what you have." You almost started to cry again right then and there at Elsa's sweet words. "Do you... Do you really think that?" Elsa smiled, giving your hand another squeeze. "I know it. You take a break now, breathe, and then we're going to get your man back." Her positivity and assurance caused you to smile - and for the first time in days, you had the feeling that everything would be alright again sometime. Elsa was the first who could really get through to you. Without hesitation, you pulled her in a hug. The angle was quite a bit awkward, but you didn't care. "Thank you so much." You spoke in a quiet voice. Elsa didn't answer, just squeezed your body gently, before you and her retreated from the hug. "Now let's get some breakfast into you. That's the first step we are going to take. After all, you need to eat for two now." She said, winking and smiling. "And then you are going to text Tom and turn your phone off for a week or more." "Yes ma'am." You saluted, giggling. Elsa rolled her eyes, but laughed as well. She went to pick up the pancakes she had made and placed the plate on the table; sitting down opposite you. "Where's Chris?" "Bringing the kids to school and kindergarten, before Liam arrives." You nodded. "Do you know when he's going to be here?" Elsa shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Sometime today..."

After breakfast, you did what Elsa told you. You texted Tom and turned off your phone, before you buried it deep underneath the pile of clothes in your suitcase, which didn't fit in the small wardrobe in the guest bedroom. Then you helped Elsa clean up a bit, distract yourself - until Chris came back home, with Liam in tow. The reunion was great. You hadn't seen your brother in a while. The morning flew by quickly and in the afternoon, you put Chris' plan into action and drove all together to the beach for a nice day in the sun. The kids were hyped for this as well, of course. Especially, because they had their aunt and uncle around to play - and that's what you did. You and Liam played frisbee with them first. Tristan, Sasha and India were in one team, you, Liam and Thor in the other. The dog love to catch frisbees.

After taking a swim with them together as well and having an ice cream, the kids went to play in the water with their dad, while Liam took you aside to talk. It was important for you to know, what your other brother thought of this as well. Therefore, you and him grabbed a surfboard from the surf school across the beach bar and paddled out on the open sea. You would've loved to surf for a while, but you didn't want to risk losing the baby. Liam and you sat both on your surfboards, swinging softly in the water, because of the gentle waves. "It just got too much and the voices too loud. I had the feeling, that if I wasn't going to leave now, I would break and go insane. I just had to leave..." Liam nodded. "Sounds quite understandable." "My reputation is so utterly bad... I've been corrupted by the press - and I didn't want to pull Tom into this as well. I didn't want to stain his reputation. I didn't want him to get ruined by the publicity, just because of me..." You sighed, shaking your head. "He doesn't deserve this. I don't want to be the reason for his career to fail. I-I feel like I am just a millstone around his neck. I'm impeding him and his career..." Liam nodded. "I understand the way you think, Y/N, but I don't think that this is the case. Tom loves you - and love is way more important than fame. That may not be the way everyone thinks, but Tom does. I am sure of that. I would stake my life on it. Can't you see that you mean everything to that man?" You swallowed hard at Liam's words. He wasn't wrong, was he? "Tom would trade his fame for a life with you in a heartbeat. Don't let such a man slip through your fingers. Both, you and he deserve to be happy together." "A-And what do you think I should do now?" Liam shrugged his shoulders, as if it was the easiest answer in the world. "Shut the publicity out and concentrate on love. Concentrate on becoming a family with Tom and that kid." Your brother stated, pointing on your stomach with a smile. You nodded, fiddling nervously with your hands. "I-I really hope you are right and someday Tom and I can become a family." Liam paddled closer to you. So close, that he was able to wrap his arm around your shoulders. "Not 'someday', sis... Soon." He gave you a smile, before gently nudging your side. "See that buoy over there?" You frowned at his words, but nodded. "Yeah?" Liam gave you a boyish smile, before he quickly laid down on his surfboard. "Whoever's last at the buoy is a lame duck!" He prompted and started to paddle quickly. "Hey!" You yelled appalled. "That's not fair!" Liam was already ahead, laughing. "Oh, you're so going to regret that, big bro!" You quickly started your race to catch up on Liam, giggling.

A shiver ran down Tom's spine, as he stepped out of the hot shower into his noticeably colder bathroom. He slung a towel around his hips and ran a hand through his still wet hair, as he walked over to the sink. Placing both his hands on each side of the basin, the man looked up in the mirror and got greeted by his reflection. Actually, Tom wanted to brush his teeth, but now he was standing there, staring at his messed-up self. His hair completely wet and dishevelled. The beard covering his chin and cheeks wasn't just a stubble anymore. Dark circles underneath his faded blue eyes were the proof of the countless nights he spent wide awake. Yes, the sudden disappearance of you had took its toll on the Brit. The past three, almost four weeks had been cruel. Tom felt like he wasn't himself anymore... Especially not without you. It was like a piece of himself - of his heart was missing. A sigh escaped Tom's lips, as he rubbed a hand over his face. Almost four weeks... Four - and still not a word from you. Sure, he could've flown after you to Australia, but he didn't do it. Why? Because you had practically asked for it. For him not to follow you. 'Again, I'm sorry, Tom, but I need time. Alone. Don't come after me, please.' Your message was echoing through his head over and over again. His heart was yearning for you. To get things right again, but he would respect your choices and pleads. He wouldn't follow you, even if it hurt him to the core and he had to fight against the urge every day. The man shook his head in order to get himself out of his thoughts. He reached for his toothbrush and just wanted to start with the task ahead, as his doorbell rang. He ignored it at first, but when it rang again, he dropped the toothbrush and made his way towards the door with an annoyed groan.

When Tom opened the door, he was a slight bit surprised. He didn't expect one of his best friends standing in front of the door - at almost nine o'clock in the evening. "Ben? What are you doing here that late?" The tall man across him, with short dark brown hair and green-blue eyes smiled at his friend. "Getting you out of your misery." Benedict said, walking inside and closing the door behind himself. "Come on. Get dressed. I'm taking you out." "Ben, I'm not in the mood to go out, I-" Benedict shook his head, interrupting him immediately. "No, that argument doesn't count. You've been sitting inside here for weeks, thinking and thinking. That's not good, my friend - and you know it. Drowning in your misery isn't going to help you or the whole situation. Come on now. Put on a shirt and some jeans. You need to see something different than just the same walls every day." Tom sighed frustrated. "You won't leave without me, right?" The other Brit crossed his arms over his chest. "Right." Reluctantly, Tom trudged back into his bathroom, in order to get dressed and ready for going out with his friend. He slipped in a shirt and some jeans, before applying a touch of cologne and styling his short, blonde-brown locks a bit. Nothing too fancy. After all, he still wasn't in the mood for this and definitely not looking for a hook-up. Not in his wildest dreams. He wanted no other woman in his life, but you. "Tom, are you ready?" Benedict's voice brought him back down to earth again; out of his thoughts. "Coming!" He took a last look in the mirror, before joining his friend again. "Better?" The brown-haired man nodded. "Way better, but..." "But what?" Ben gestured towards Tom's face. "Does the beard stay?" Tom crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, why? Something wrong with it?" Benedict just shrugged his shoulders. "It's just different from usual..." Then he chuckled. "You literally look like James Conrad in that bar scene. I don't know if that is a good idea, regarding the womankind..." Tom sighed. "Ben, I am not going with you in order to pick up a woman." The man lifted his hands in awe. "I know, I know, sorry. I was just trying to make a joke and lighten up the mood, but well... Come on now." He clapped his friend on the shoulder and ushered him towards the main door.

Benedict took his friend to a small, quiet bar at the outskirts of London. It was a bar, where they were often before and usually wasn't very crowded.

Ten minutes later, they were seated inside the bar, both with a beer in hands. "Still nothing new from your beloved?" Ben asked, taking a sip of his beer. Tom shook his head. "No. Nothing. It's been almost four weeks, Ben... You know I respect her wish for me to stay away, but..." He swallowed hard. "I-I'm afraid I might lose her, I..." The blonde-brown haired man cut off his own sentence, running a hand over his face. "What... What if I already lost her?" His voice was filled with sadness and despair. "I-I love her, you know... Like I never loved a woman before and... Shit, Ben, I can't lose her. I don't know what to do without her." Benedict looked at his friend with a compassionate expression. "You won't lose her, Tommy. I am very certain of it. I mean, I didn't meet her very often yet, but I saw the love in her eyes for you. The way she looked at you. That woman loves you with all her heart, man... She won't let you go. She just needs time. The media was literally ripping her apart... Just like her poisonous wanker of an ex. Let her sort out her thoughts and get along with her life being suddenly the centrepiece of every tabloid out there. This isn't easy. We both know that. Just think back to your relationship with TS... It was just as bad." "It was - and that was the day I swore to myself that I would never let that happen again, and now? I fucked up. I failed to prevent exactly that from happening... I should've done more, Ben... Protect Y/N better from all the hate and disrespect." The blond-haired man shook his head. "You did protect her, Tom. The publicity was just stronger. Now stop blaming yourself. It's in the past. This isn't about the 'Should have's' or 'Would have's'... This is about the 'What now?'. This is about how you get your woman back. You've got to free her from the publicity's claws - that much is clear, but-" Benedict got interrupted by the ringing of Tom's mobile. Frowning, the Brit fished the device out of his jeans pocket. Who would call him that late, unless his mum, sisters or Luke? When he saw the name popping up on the screen, he felt his heart speeding up. Ben noticed that immediately. "Who is it? Y/N?" Tom shook his head. "It's Chris..." "That's very close to Y/N..." Tom nodded. "I know... Do you mind if I...?" "No, no, please, go ahead." He threw his friend a thankful gaze and quickly stood up, leaving into the dimly lit hallway, which led towards the toilets.

"Chris?" "Tom! Hey! I hope I didn't wake you up?" "No, I, uh, I am in a bar... Benedict dragged me along." Tom frowned again. "Why are you calling me at that time? It must be pretty early in Brisbane..." Chris sighed at the other end of the line. "It is, but... I have to talk to you. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep this longer from you. It threatened to eat me up inside... It's about Y/N..." Tom swallowed hard at his friend's words; felt how his heart rate increase once again. This didn't sound good at all... "Y-Y/N? W-What is it?" Tom feared the worst, to be honest. The Aussie sighed once again. "She's probably going to kill me for this, but I don't care..." Chris took a break to take a deep breath. "Listen, brother... She... She's pregnant - with your baby." Tom felt all his facial features derailing. He was speechless; couldn't believe what Chris just said. His head was empty, except for the last words, which left the Aussie's lips. They ran through his mind in an endless loop. "Tom? You still there?" Tom blinked, "Y-Yes, I-I..." and shook his head in order to get his mind straight. "S-She's... p-pregnant? A-And it's m-my baby?" "Yes. I'm sorry that I'm the one who tells you such an important thing, but... I couldn't keep it longer from you. You just had to know... And of course it's yours, Tom! Who else's?" And suddenly Tom felt like he couldn't breathe. The news overwhelmed him completely; over rolled him with the force of an 18-wheeler truck. He stood like petrified in that hallway. "Tom?" Once again, his friends voice urged towards his ear. "I-I call you back." With those words, he hung up and literally stumbled down that hallway, back to Benedict - who thought Tom looked like he had seen a ghost. "Tom? Everything okay?" Tom just stared at his friend for a long moment; a trillion things running through his head. Y/N. Pregnant. Your baby. Becoming a father. "I-I..." He stuttered, blinking, before he suddenly stumbled to pick up his things, like stung by an adder. "I have to go, I have to leave. I have to fly to Brisbane, I-" Benedict stood up as well, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking at him worried. "Tom, what's wrong? What happened?" "S-She's pregnant, Ben. Y/N's pregnant, I..." He shook his head and turned around to literally run away, before Benedict could even answer. Going home as fast as somehow possible, he checked several flights on his way, booking the first available to Brisbane. Arrived at home, he threw some random clothes carelessly into a suitcase and left in a hurry towards the airport. Now that Tom knew that you were pregnant with his child, he couldn't just sit here at home and wait. He just couldn't. He had to break his promise.

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[random-imaginess]

In a writing mood but also super tired so we'll see how this process goes. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them in!! I will try and post some of the ones that I've been working on in the mean time! My current muses are (BUT THESE ARE NOT LIMITED TO WHO I WILL WRITE FOR. If there's someone you want that isn't listed, add them in!) : Sebastian Stan Eli Goldsworthy Kit Connor Tom Hiddleston Daryl Dixon

If you want to add any prompts to it you absolutely can. I will also link some old prompt lists that I have and you can take a look at those and see if any tickle your fancy. I've kind of been in the mood for some angst but it's also officially winter so if you want some cute fluffy stuff I may be in the mood for that as well! But as always, anything is open!! Just specify which prompt list it's from and which number!

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#sebastian stan imagines #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes imagines #eli goldsworthy imagines #eli goldsworthy x reader #kit connor imagines #kit connor x reader #tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleston x reader #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon x reader

[lady-rose-moon]

On The Wet Marshes

Summary: when Tom is away filming the Essex Serpent, you get lonely. Next day, you head down to visit.

A/N; this is one of my first few smuts so lmk how I do!

It was three weeks since you had seen Tom and you sighed, rolling around on your bed and staring up at the ceiling as boredom crept into your mind. You had done all the things possible in the house.

You had walked Bobby before breakfast, after lunch and now, you were bored after ordering a pizza for your final meal of the day. The weather was normal for England, dreary and threatening rain. You sat up in bed and groaned with boredom as you looked around the room, Tom was probably having so much fun while filming and you were stuck at home.

Grumbling to yourself, you emerged from the sheets and headed into the bathroom. All of Tom's bite marks and handprints had disappeared from your body and you frowned as you pressed down on one of the last ones in a last-ditch effort to try and keep it on your body as a gift.

Tom wouldn't be home for another two weeks and you were growing bored of being on your own. Quarantine with him had made you clingy and you grumbled when he announced that he was off shooting for The Essex Serpent and also Loki. You found it quite funny that Tom was both playing a lusty vicar but also a God too. Loki had the magic and the seduction while Will, in your opinion, had the charms and the emotion. They matched each other.

You turned on the shower and stepped inside, pulling your hair down from its ponytail to fully wash your hair and your body. The water splashing over your head was relaxing as you leaned against a wall and considered just packing a weekend bag and heading down to Essex. Tom's interactions with Clare Danes and the rest of the team were always something that made you smile, him sending you sneaky videos from when he was moving between sets.

After stepping out of the shower and pulling on one of Tom's blue sweaters and your own black jogger bottoms, you sighed and trudged downstairs while towel drying your hair. The bell rang to indicate that your pizza had arrived and you smiled as you walked to the door, Bobby barking like crazy as he followed close behind you.

You laughed and shook your head as you unlocked the door and held Bobby back by your leg barricading the door. You smiled at the pizza guy and handed him £15 for the pizza and the chips with the cheesy garlic bread and you kicked the door closed when he walked away and Bobby had lost interest. Bobby still lingered beside you and followed you into the living room, jumping up onto the sofa when you slouched down. Whining, Bobby tried to snatch a piece of pizza only to be met with you booping his nose and shaking your head.

As you munched down on your pizza, you decided to put Ragnarok on the TV and you smiled as you watched your fiancé act on TV. His depiction of the Norse God of Mischief was perfect and your heart raced every time you saw what was happening on the screen that involved Loki.

Halfway through the movie, after your pizza was long since eaten and your belly was full, your phone rang and you smiled when you saw that it was Tom's ID on the screen. You quickly picked up and smiled when you heard his voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, darling," he greeted you, his voice dark and tired and you giggled as you realised that he must have been doing multiple takes.

"Hey," you whispered gently as you heard his voice and giggled when you heard how tired he sounded, "long day?"

He laughed and shook his head as he walked over to his window in the inn he was staying in and sighed deeply, "the longest, beloved, I just wish that I could be home with you."

You bit your lip as you got up and took Bobby to the garden so that he could relieve himself and you sighed softly as the dog walked around on the grass, "there's always this weekend?"

Tom smiled and opened his schedule to look at if it was a possibility before sighing in defeat and shaking his head, "I can't come home this weekend, baby, I'm due to film another few scenes. We'll call every night, I promise!"

You nodded and sighed as you leaned against the doorframe of the sliding glass doors, "I wonder how it would feel for me to be with you. On those marshes with my wellies while you film to your heart's content."

You heard Tom walking back to his bed and the springs creaking as he laid down, "well," he breathed heavily as he stared up at the ceiling, "it would make for good company at night?"

The shallowness of his breath had you giggling and you bit your lip as you swayed yourself slightly, "what did you have to film today, Tom?" you asked in a teasing tone and heard Tom curse under his breath at being found out.

"Judging by the tone of your voice and my reaction, darling, I think you already know," Tom pouted and you grinned as you whistled Bobby to come back in. You locked the back door and Bobby sprinted back to the living room, you lingering behind the door with a smirk on your face.

You bit your lip as you walked upstairs to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you so that Bobby couldn't get in. Sitting on your bed, you allowed yourself to fully give your attention to Tom, "are you horny, Tom? Did that sex scene remind you of whose body is completely yours?"

Tom moaned at the sultry tone you adopted and he shifted himself so that he was comfier in the bed, "I imagined you all the way through. Like last time. Oh, darling, you must feel so neglected without me being there with you to fuck you."

You hummed and smirked as you sprawled out on the bed, listening to Tom's breathing, "touch yourself, Tom. Get all beautifully naked and touch that hard cock for me."

Tom eagerly placed the phone down on the bed and got rid of his clothes, his skin shivering in the cold air of the coast but it only added to his excitement. Once fully naked, he placed the phone on his chest and bit his lip as he reached down to gently caress his cock like you would do, "shit, baby."

You smirked at his moan and sighed softly as you pulled off your tracksuit bottoms and traced a finger down your slick, gasping in pleasure at how wet you already were for him, "start off rubbing slow, Tom," you whispered as you slipped a finger into your core and bit out a moan, "just follow my lead and I will make you feel so good. I promise."

Tom followed your instructions and gasped in pleasure after not being able to have this time alone with himself for a while, "baby, I miss you," he whimpered and you giggled at the desperation in his voice.

"I know, dear," you mumbled as you started to move your finger in a rhythm, "set yourself a rhythm, honey, it'll feel so so good," you moaned as you added a finger and arched your back slightly.

Tom started to rub himself in a similar rhythm to how he normally fucks you and he moans deeply at the stimulation, "baby, are you touching yourself too?" he asked desperately and you giggled before moaning out an affirmative and it only drove him to fuck his fist faster.

While your fingers were moving inside you, you put the phone on the pillow beside your head before reaching your other hand down to rub your clit gently and slowly, "do you miss my body, Tom? My tight cunt wrapped around your cock? Me on my knees before you to suck you until you're ready? My loud moans to show the world that I am yours?"

Tom moaned at the thoughts that quickly flooded his mind of taking you in various positions and he gritted his teeth as he rubbed his cock faster, the coil forming in his gut as he managed to hiss out, "shit, baby, talk like that more and it'll make me cum!"

"I want you, Thomas," you moaned loudly, your own release creeping up on you as you heard the distant lewd noises of him rubbing his cock, "I want your cock buried so deep inside my pussy that I'm forever tainted! I want you to fuck me so hard that all I can say is your name!"

With a few more furious pumps to his cock, the electricity coursed through Tom's body and he came with a deep moan and his back arched off the bed as thick ropes of cum splattered over his stomach. Distantly, he heard you screaming in bliss as you reached your own climax.

After a few moments, you gathered yourself again and turned to look at your phone, "Tom?"

He took a few deep breaths, the lingering shocks of his orgasm now leaving him and he sighed heavily before smiling, "thank you, darling, I needed that."

You giggled and yawned softly, sliding off your bed and grabbing your jogger bottoms before trudging downstairs, Tom still on the phone in your hand. Getting back to the living room, you switched off the TV and held the phone in front of Bobby, "Bobby say goodnight to daddy!"

Bobby growled and barked gently to the phone and Tom laughed and said goodnight before you walked back upstairs to your bedroom, the smell of sex already dissipating thanks to the air fresheners and Bobby jumped up onto Tom's side of the bed and you got in bed beside the dog after turning off the lights, "Tom?"

"Yes, dear?" Tom asked, sitting up and pulling on some pyjamas and you sighed softly as you listened to his casual breaths and you smiled slightly.

"Would you read to us?" you asked as you snuggled into the pillows.

On the other end, Tom finished getting changed and then headed to his suitcase, grabbing your favourite book and pulling out the bookmark to get to the page he had left it on last night. Once he was comfy in bed, he started to read to you and not only fifteen minutes later, you were fast asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw that Bobby had moved from the top of the bed to the bottom while still remaining on Tom's side and you heard the gentle snores of your fiancé. So he had stayed on the line with you all night. The thought of him doing so lit a fire in your stomach and you just knew that you had to make the journey.

Careful not to rouse Tom, you blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up and slipping out of the bed to walk down into the kitchen. After grabbing a bowl of cereal, you opened your laptop and looked at prices to get down to Maldon in Essex where you knew that Tom was filming currently. When you saw the prices of the train tickets, you paid for the 11am train which gave you three hours to pack and showered.

You called Emma and made sure that she could get to Tom's house by the time you were set to leave and you thanked her profusely for agreeing to look after Bobby while you were down in Essex.

After booking the taxi to get to the Underground, you walked upstairs and headed to the walk-in-wardrobe to start packing. You made sure you packed warm clothes, lingerie, feminine products and a few books alongside your wellies. You knew that Essex was very cold so you didn't want to take any chances of getting sick.

When you were done with packing, you headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When you stepped inside, you sighed at the warm water and stood underneath it for as long as possible before going through your usual routine. When you were done with your shower, you stepped out and proceeded to dry, straighten and curl your hair then dress in the warm outfit that you had chosen for the day.

By the time you were done, your taxi had rung to say that they were outside and so, you grabbed your suitcase and kissed Bobby's head while whispering a goodbye before heading out the door. When you got into the taxi, you told them to take you to the Underground and so, your journey began.

Grabbing your train was easier than expected, normally when you got the train it'd be hectic because of rush hours but it was much calmer at this time of day; even if still overcrowded. The train ride was around one or two hours so you didn't mind. Grabbing a seat, you looked out the window at the passing scenery and sighed in bliss as you imagined seeing Tom's face again.

When you finally got to Maldon, you hailed a taxi and gave them the name of the inn that Tom was staying in and they drove you there. Walking into the inn, you checked in and smiled at the landlady, asking for a room for the next two days and gratefully paying when she agreed.

Walking up to your room, you opened the door and smiled at how quaint it looked before settling your suitcase in the wardrobe and leaving the room, locking the door behind you. As you walked down the dirt roads, you saw some people dressed like a member of the camera crew heading down to the shores so you followed them.

Unfortunately, you were stopped by security when you got to the destination. Irritated, you looked up at the guard, "why can't I go over? I'm Tom Hiddleston's girlfriend."

"We've had a lot of people sayin' that, lady," the security bit out and you huffed before opening your phone and showing him a photo of you and Tom smiling and hugging back in 2019. Seeing the evidence, the security sighed and motioned for you to follow him down to where the crew were filming.

He left you there and you walked around the crew to find an empty spot that would be just out of shot. You saw that it was Tom and Clare filming on the marshes today and you smiled as you saw how easily they fit together through their characters. Tightening the coat around you as the wind blowed, you smiled as you watched their chemistry.

Once 'cut' was called, Tom checked to see if Clare was alright before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and walking over to the crowd of people who were hovering to give them a drink and something warm to eat. In the corner of his eye, he saw a coat that looked out of place for someone on the crew. A dark blue and the wellies were the same shade of blue, the hair was curled to perfection and Tom's heart leaped when he deduced that it must be you. Grabbing his panini, he made his way to the figure and grinned when he saw you.

"Darling," he breathed, running the rest of the way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him with a bright grin on his face, "oh, you decided to visit!"

You giggled and pulled yourself away from his grip to cup his face with both of your hands and you eagerly looked up into his eyes, "you're so handsome. I missed you, Tom. We deserved to see each other, you know?"

He nodded and laughed as he kissed you softly, enjoying how you kept holding his face as he devoured your mouth. When he pulled away, he knew you were breathless. Then he remembered the panini in his hand and he broke it in half before handing one half to her with a gentle smile, "eat, it's still warm."

You followed his instruction and bit into the panini before smiling at him, "thank you, Tom," you grinned through mouthfuls and Tom teasingly scoffed at your lack of manners.

"Tom?" came a voice from just in front of them and Tom turned to see Clare standing there with a smile on her face, "is this your lovely lady, Tom? She does look the part. Hello, dear, I'm Clare Danes."

You stared at Clare in shock before regaining composure and shaking her hand and telling her your name, "it's lovely to meet you, Clare, your movies are always phenomenal!"

Clare turned to smirk at Tom, "a woman of taste," she remarked and Tom breathed out a laugh.

After talking with Clare for a good ten minutes, Tom held your hand and smiled kindly at Clare, "do excuse us, I'm heading back to my room to get ready for our next take. See you later?"

Clare let the both of you go easily. On the way back, you and Tom walked hand in hand and you smiled brightly as you looked out to sea, "it's beautiful here. You're so lucky to film in all of these beautiful places, Tom!"

Tom laughed and squeezed your hand gently, "it's incredibly beautiful in the sunset. I shall show you that later."

When you got back to Tom's room in the inn, he wasted no time in locking the door and pushing his suitcase in front of the door just in case. When he knew you were safe in the room, he stalked towards you and pulled your face to him before crashing his lips against yours. Moaning at the contact after so long, you responded to the kiss by pressing yourself against him, feeling his erection growing between his legs.

You hummed as you rolled your hips against him and he growled into the kiss, pushing you against a wall and hiking your leg up to his waist and wrapping it around his waist before he pulled away from you to pay attention to your neck. Hearing your moans of bliss after so long spurred him on and he bit into your neck and suckled every free bit of skin. He wasn't happy that his marks had disappeared but he knew that the body healed. He wouldn't let you go a day without new marks.

Pulling your comfy joggers down your hips and legs with your lacy panties, Tom dropped to his knees and started to devour you. Your leg was now hiked onto his shoulder as his tongue lapped up your slick and you moaned in bliss at the blinding pleasure. Suckling on your clit, Tom brought fingers up and inserted two fingers into your dripping cunt and smirked when you moaned loudly in relief. Tom carried on the blissful oral for a good few minutes before increasing the speed of his fingers pumping inside you, his suckling of your clit getting more urgent as he felt your walls clench around his fingers.

Watching you snap was always so beautiful to him. Your body convulsed with pleasure and your moans made his cock twitch with desperation.

Breathing heavily, you allowed Tom to guide you over to the bed and fell onto it with a deep sigh. You felt the springs underneath you protest with the bounce but you could hardly care when Tom pinned you to the bed and started to kiss you deeply. The kiss was one to display dominance and since you were already fucked out, you couldn't fight.

Tom quickly knelt on the bed and took off his shirt along with his trousers and boxers. His cock sprung up once his boxers were removed and Tom leaned over you to kiss you softly as he slid inside you and he moaned into the soft kiss. Tom waited for a few moments before starting his movements, slowly at first but gaining speed.

You moaned in bliss as Tom made love to you, his rhythm gentle and caring. His cock sliding in and out of you made you crazy and you reached your arms up to claw down his back. Tom hissed from the pain and increased the pain as a punishment before moaning when he realised that he had just ignited another need and he sat on his knees on the bed and started to pound into your needy cunt with all the force that he could.

"T-Tom!" you screamed, your nails digging into the sheets beside your head as your breasts bounced and your eyes rolled. You loved when he was rough with your body and you moaned loudly when he leaned over your body to suckle on a nipple.

Tom lifted up your hips to gain another angle and you both moaned at the new feeling, Tom calculating his thrusts to bring you the best pleasure that you could imagine. He watched as your eyebrows scrunched, your face contorted in absolute pleasure as you started to feel the coil in your abdomen.

Tom's hand fell to your clit and he started to rub it in quick flicks, his thrusts starting to become sloppy from his own impending orgasm but he wanted to cum with you.

"Cum with me, baby," Tom growled and you met his eyes, nodding and screaming as Tom continued to rub your clit and fuck you.

That familiar coil in your gut snapped and your back arched off the bed as you screamed with pleasure, your arms wrapping around his neck and pressing your head into his neck. Tom's thrusts faltered and he groaned as he spilled inside you, holding you close so you didn't lose anything and he sighed when he knew he was done.

After cleaning yourselves up and coming back to yourselves, you burst out laughing and hid your face in your pillow. Curious, Tom turned to you and tilted his head, "what?"

"The poor neighbours," you whispered and giggled dumbly as Tom grinned at you, "they had a good bit of entertainment."

Tom rolled his eyes and kissed you softly, rolling on top of you again as he smirked, "what's another round to them, then?"

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleston is perfect #requests open #imagines #i am literally dying #will ransome #the essex serpent

[actorfrustration]

The End of Us

TITLE: The End of Us PAIRING: Tom/OC (Belle) RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY:

[A/N - This exists in my Alternate Universe where Belle and Tom broke up and she started dating Max Irons. Inspired by an imagine by @theartofimagining13​]

Belle was reading in her room when Ben entered. “There’s someone here to see you.”

Belle glanced at her phone.

There wasn’t a text from Max. He normally texted her when he was outside so he didn’t have to go through Ben all the time.

“It’s not Max. Just…come downstairs.”

She followed him down the stairs and saw someone sitting on the bench near the front door. They lifted their head and Belle let out a shaky breath. “Tom.”

He gave her a sad smile. “Hey Belle.”

“Wha…What are you doing here?”

“Matt told me you were back in town.”

“Did he?” Belle made a note to call him later.

“Can we talk?” Tom asked.

Belle nodded.

Ben stood there awkwardly before he suggested, “Why don’t you talk in the garden? It’s such a lovely day.”

Belle and Tom walked out the back door to the garden.

“It’s gorgeous,” Tom told her.

“Thank you.”

The garden was decorated with an abundance of flowers and trees. Belle had hand picked all the flowers and the lawn ornaments.

Tom noticed that quite a few of them were Disney characters. At least that hadn’t changed. “Perfect place to read. Or daydream,” Tom said.

They walked over to the small fishpond and sat down on the bench nearby.

“What did you want to talk about?” Belle asked.

“When did you get back? You’ve been in New York, right?”

Belle nodded. “A few days ago. We’re on break at the moment.” Belle had been dancing for the New York Ballet.

“How’s Max?” Tom asked.

Belle winced. “He’s fine. Filming a TV series.”

Tom reached out for her. “I’ve missed you.”

Belle pulled away from him. “Don’t.”

“What? It’s true.”

“I…I’ve missed you too, Tom. But…you broke my heart.”

Tom sighed. “I know. I know and I’m so sorry.”

Belle let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know why I was surprised. Seems like you fall in love with all your co-stars. I shouldn’t have expected you to stay loyal to me. All those gorgeous actresses.”

“Belle…”

“What? It’s true.”

“What about you?”

Belle turned to Tom. “What about me?”

“We split up and you go running into Max’s arms.”

Belle’s mouth dropped open and angry tears filled her eyes. “I did not go running into his arms! He called me to invite me to an opening of Jeremy’s play.”

“What? And you just happened to fall into his arms? Of all people it had to be Jeremy’s son.”

Belle stood up, fed up with the conversation.

“Wait! Belle!” Tom grabbed her arm.

“Don’t touch me!”

The two stared at each other until Belle’s phone started ringing. She pulled it out and saw it was Max. She sniffled and answered. “Hey baby.”

“Belle? What’s wrong, darling?”

Belle swiped at her eyes. “Nothing. I was watching a Disney movie and you know how it gets to me sometimes.”

Max laughed softly. Belle could see the smile on his face and the loving look in his eyes. “My sweet Belle.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m still at the studio, but we’re wrapping up soon. Can I see you tonight?”

Belle smiled. “I don’t know. I’ll have to check with the warden.”

“Don’t you know I’m a king? I can order him to let you go or else I’ll have his head.” Belle giggled.

Tom’s heart ached hearing her laugh. He remembered when he was the one making her laugh.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Max said.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Max hung up and Belle finally looked up at Tom.

“You…you love him?” Tom asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s it then?”

Belle nodded. “You’re still Ben’s best friend. There’s nothing I can do about that, so I’ll always be in your life. But as for a relationship…I don’t think…”

Tom nodded. “I understand. I hope Max makes you happy.”

“He does. I’ve never felt like this for anyone.”

If Tom was honest, that comment stung. “Good. That’s all I want for you. I should get going. Lizzie is waiting for me.”

Belle tried not to let it show that the mention of the woman hurt. The woman Tom had left her for. Belle nodded. “Max will be by soon,” she said.

“Goodbye Belle.”

“Goodbye Tom.”

Tom went back inside the house, leaving Belle alone in the garden.

Belle sank to her knees next to the fishpond, tears streaming down her face. Two arms wrapped themselves around Belle. She grabbed onto Ben’s arm and buried her face in his chest.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

It wasn’t okay. Nothing about this okay.

But maybe it would be.

#tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleston #Tom/OC

[manic-eddie]

ꕥ𝙩𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣ꕥ

𝙤𝙣𝙚

#nav #blog navigation #navigation #tom hiddleston icons #tom hiddleston #thomas hiddleston #daddy tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston meme #tom hiddleston loki #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleston photoshoot #tom hiddleston pics #tom #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston memes #loki #loki icons #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki smut #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson imagines #loki laufeyson smut #daddy loki #marvel #loki deserves better #loki edit

[mobius-m-mobius]

#my man was NOT subtle 🤣😉

+ bonus: message received 😅

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #one look at loki like well the kids need a stepmom 😂 #running on alarmingly little sleep feeling like i dreamed this entire episode lmao??? #my man don out here smoother than the god of stories you love to see it 😭😭 #probable jet ski salesman of the year got the potential ruler of the multiverse down badder than imaginable we live in the best timeline #don #owenwilsonedit #marvel #dianagifs #loki s2 spoilers

[mischievous-thunder]

#loki season 2 #loki #mobius m mobius #kang the conqueror #lokius #ineffable husbands #blackbonnet ofmd #stucky #destiel #hannigram #johnlock #thorki #wolfstar and drarry #stony #spideypool #imagine your otp #otp prompts #writing promt #tom hiddleston #owen wilson

[softiedingo]

and I'm still thinking about how Loki tried to dress up the moment he saw dilf!Mobius and how Mobius wasted no time in making a bad pickup line at the handsome stranger who apparently followed him home:

"Are you still in the market?"

the best thing is to know that a situation like this easily happens in real life, because whoever has never dressed up when they see the person they like or who ended up making a clumsy joke in their life? this is so relatable

#loki spoilers #loki season 2 #loki series #loki s2 #loki show #loki #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #loki laufeyson #mobius #mobius m mobius #lokius #dilf!mobius is something that apparently loki was interested in #who could have imagined huh

[fuglypickles]

Mentally I’m still here 😀😀

#loki #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #loki (marvel) #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki chat #loki background #loki series #thor ragnarok #loki ragnarok #thor

[five-miles-over]

Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays 

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

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale:  While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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[vbecker10]

Coffee Coffee Coffee

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.

A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy 💚

A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.

You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."

The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.

You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."

"No?" you ask with a smile.

He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.

"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.

"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.

He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.

"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.

"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.

You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.

"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.

"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.

His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"

"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."

He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.

You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."

"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"

You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"

"Y/N," he stops you.

"Only two," you answer.

"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.

You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.

He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."

"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.

Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.

"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.

You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.

He nods, "Of course, darling."

"And coffee?" you ask half joking.

"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.

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[holdmytesseract]

Tom hiddleston & 'and baby I know, I know whatever city you're in your still be the boy that I'd pick in a line of over 30 hot guys' (vacation bible school)

a/n: Yep, I loved this. 😁 Hope you love it, too, nonny! ☺️

Warnings: this is veeery spicy, some swear words, jealousy, alcohol, Tom being quite a bit possessive

Also... Sorry Chris! 😬

Word Count: 1205

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song: (I hope it's the right one!)

Possession

Had it been a good idea from Tom to drag you - his best friend, turned fuck buddy along with him to the premier of 'Infinity War'? Probably not. Like... Not at all. Especially after having a certain amount of alcohol flowing through your veins. And alcohol did funny things to you. For example, causing you to get more... self-conscious and lose (all) your inhibitions. Tom knew that - and nevertheless, he asked you to join him. Perhaps he hoped, that you'd never get this far to reach that point, but... of course, you did - and that was, where you were now; almost stumbling from one drink to the next on the afterparty.

At the beginning, everything had been fine, for sure. You were sober, happy that he asked you to join him, showing off as best friends on the red carpet - although, humour held it that you were more than just friends, which wasn't incorrect, but also not a hundred percent true either. Nobody knew of your 'dirty little secret'. That you were friends on the surface, but rolled around the sheets together, when nobody was watching. And the sex was without, a doubt, phenomenal. The best you ever had. So, after all, it was a win-win situation for both, you and Tom, so...

The premier itself was great. You got to meet so many cool and awesome people, ate exquisite food and enjoyed a succeeded movie. It was awesome. And then there was the afterparty... Which you and Tom wouldn't have missed, of course. Not with everybody else assuaging you to go as well; almost pleading you to join. So how could you say no? Especially to Chris Evans' puppy dog eyes. Speaking of... The man had laid an eye on, clearly. You knew it. Tom knew it - and perhaps everybody else knew. He wasn't exactly good at hiding it. And now here you were... On the party, drunk as hell, another drink in your hands and on the verge of dirty dancing with Chris fucking Evans. Yep, this all got messed up pretty bad very quickly...

Tom watched from the side-lines; his own drink in hands. The Brit's eyes never left yours. Blue orbs burning holes inside your laughing, drunk and utterly gorgeous body. He took a sip of his drink. Unbeknownst to you - and most likely everybody else, had the man developed over the few years he had known you now a little crush. Okay, admittedly it was a huge crush; those deep feelings he harboured inside his heart for you growing with every single day. It's just silly, that you both swore to not involve feelings into play. You agreed on friendship and sex - nothing more, nothing less. Nowadays, with every time he slept with you, it became more difficult for Tom to keep his feelings under control - and he wasn't sure how long he was able to hold back. But on the other hand... He didn't want to ruin the friendship you shared with him. You were a way too precious friend for him to lose, and if it meant for him that he could keep you as such, he was willing to hold back his feelings for the rest of his life. He had to.

Your shrieking laugh ripped the actor out of his thoughts, eyes immediately landing on you. You were dancing with Lizzie now - who was equally as drunk as you were, having the time of your life's. Tom frowned. Where was Ev- Before he could finish this thought, he saw said Chris more or less staggering over to him, fresh beer in hands. Tom cursed internally, ruffling his blonde-brown locks. Not now, please not now. The Brit liked Chris. He really did, with all his heart. He adorned this man and fellow acting colleague, but... Now was just not the right time. Not if he wanted to poke the bear. Not after Tom had seen him dancing so... sluttishly with his best friend; shamelessly placing his hands on her hips and grinding his crotch against her ass. No.

"Ahhh, mate!" Chris hollered, plopping down on the bar stool beside Tom. "What a great evening, right?" He clapped Tom on the shoulder. "You enjoying yourself? Because, o-ho-ho man, I do." The brown-haired man laughed - way too loud and wrapped an arm around Tom's shoulder. "Your friend is just... wow... She's fuckin' gorgeous! Man, believe me when I tell you, that woman's pushin' aaaall the right buttons." Tom gritted his teeth at his friend's words, trying hard to keep his cool and not let the alcohol and jealousy take over and punch his dear friend in the face. He couldn't do that. He shouldn't do that - but he would.

"Mhm, she is, indeed." Tom said, jaw still clenched. Chris giggled like a schoolboy, not paying quite attention to Tom's answer. "Maybe I can make it to take her home with me tonight. Do you think I can?" Thin ice, Evans... Very thin ice... "You can try, mate, but I think you won't be lucky. Usually, she doesn't do things like this, when she is drunk." Hence, of course you were absolutely doing things like this when you were drunk. Without that, Tom and you wouldn't have ended up as fuck buddies... "Aww, too bad." Chris said, pouting, before he started to wiggle his eyebrows. "Maybe I can show 'er what I got." Not if I do it first. "Good luck." Tom simply answered, before emptying his glass and stood up, making his way over to you, leaving his drunk friend behind. The Brit was on a mission now. He would not let this happen... You ending up in Chris' bed tonight. There was only one bed he ever wanted to see your sexy ass in - his. Only his.

Harshly grabbing your hips and pulling your ass back against his crotch - just like Chris did, Tom ripped you out of your dancing bubble, causing you to shriek up. Once you noticed it was Tom, you started to giggle, moving your hips in sync with his. Everybody here was too drunk anyway to remember how Tom danced with you, so... Tom didn't hold back. "Whatcha doin', Tommy?" You were drunk, but you could still tell that your 'best friend' was jealous, when you turned to face him. His eyes clearly betrayed him. "What does it look like, darling? Showing you how much better I am than Evans." Tom practically growled, before spinning your body around again, pressing his crotch even firmer against your bottom, causing you to moan shamelessly. Again, you were drunk. As if you had the strength to stifle that moan... Certainly not.

Though the moan faded into another giggle, as your foggy brain came to the conclusion, that he really must be jealous. "Are you jealous, Tommy?" You asked, still giggling. "Don't worry, 'cause baby I know, I know whatever city you're in, you're still the boy that I'd pick in a line up of, like 30 hot guys." "Is that so?" Tom growled, feeling the jealousy still pumping through his veins. "Mhm, yep, definitely." "Well, then you better start proving it to me, girl."

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[thatsashitplan]

I know Katie Mcgrath is like the most accepted fan cast for Lady Loki (I think?) but may I propose,, Phoebe Waller-Bridge as Loki

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[lady-rose-moon]

hey! I really like your writing! could you please write a smut about Tom being Younger!female character’s (under 25) first? thank you so much <3

Every Step Of The Way

~A/N: anything Tom is always a definite 'yes'! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, smut, loss of virginity ~

Summary: after a long day in a meeting for Loki Season Two, Tom comes home to his beloved being all romantic.

You and Tom had been together for a good couple of months now. You and him had even discussed you moving in with him and that was an extremely scary but exciting idea. Tom was kind, gentle and always understood your boundaries. Especially when it came to sex.

You hadn't told him that you were still a virgin at twenty-three years old, having gone through University and College without a boyfriend to call your own. Staying inside to study and get your qualifications was your dream at that time over getting laid and never seeing the guy anymore.

Tom was very understanding of your boundaries. Every time that he tried to hint at going to bed with you, he saw that you became uncomfortable and he quickly pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair while assuring you that it's okay to wait.

You didn't want to wait any longer, though. So, you took the day off your part-time job and went to the local mall to the clothing shop. Tom trusted you with his card but you took your own for this purchase. Selecting a lovely blue lacy slip, you grinned and knew that Tom would love you wearing this for him. He would be back late and this would be a perfect surprise for him.

You were scared to finally give yourself to him but you trusted him enough to know that Tom would take his time and make sure you enjoy yourself before even caring about himself.

Tom wouldn't be home from his meeting on the second season of Loki for another hour and a half so you took the time to cook a quick dinner, a lovely spaghetti bolognese and you left the pan on the stove when it was ready so you could dish it up when Tom got home.

When Tom got home, he discovered you in the kitchen wearing a silk dark blue dressing gown and he smiled as he walked over to you to hug you from behind, smiling when he saw you stirring the mince.

"It looks very good, beloved, and it smells phenomenal too," Tom whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He was wearing his cologne and it was driving you crazy. Desire pooling in the bottom of your gut and wetness forming between your legs at his whisper.

"I wanted to wait for you to get home before we ate, my love," you answered him, wiggling out of his arms to grab two plates to serve the food.

After dinner, you and Tom sat in the living room with a bottle of wine opened and some already poured into two glasses. Tom could tell that you were planning something and he knew it had something to do with that stunning outfit you were wearing.

Noticing his stare, you tilted your head cutely and smiled, "something wrong, Tom?"

His laugh sent a thrum of pleasure through your body before he looked down at the dressing gown and then met your eyes, "what are you planning, beloved?"

You giggled seductively before slipping onto his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist, seeing his eyes instantly darken with lust as his hands slid down to hold your hips as he kept eye contact with you. You leant down and took his lips with yours, listening to his deep groan as he felt your hips press against his, his erection forming against your cunt.

"Darling, wait," Tom pulled away and reached a hand up to cup your cheek, "I don't want to hurt you, darling. I know this is your first time."

You stared at Tom in shock before smiling warmly at him and kissing him again, pulling away and biting his bottom lip as you did and you giggled as his hips involuntarily jerked up at the action.

"I want it to be you," you breathed and then Tom stood from the sofa and held you in position as he headed upstairs into the master bedroom.

Gently, Tom settled you down onto the bed and unbuttoned his shirt and smirked as you watched every tone of his skin be revealed to you. You had seen his body undressed in High Rise and Crimson Peak but this was different; you were seeing him for real.

Shyness crept into your gut as you stared at him but you pushed past it to reach down and untie the dressing gown that was hiding the baby blue slip you had bought for him. When it was revealed to him, you saw his eyes fill with lust and his lip get caught between his teeth.

'It's her first, Tom,' the man reminded himself so that he did not lose control and fuck you senseless but he wouldn't do that until you was ready, anyway. Instead, he knelt on the bed between your legs and caressed your body up to your breasts. He saw your nervousness and smiled as he leaned down and kissed you gently, enjoying your surprised moan.

"I've waited so long to make this perfect," Tom muttered, pulling away from your lips to smile at you and you giggled, wrapping your arms around him.

"You're here. That makes it perfect," you assured him and then kissed him again. Tom swiftly changed the tone of the kiss from tender and reassuring to passionate and full of desire and you loved it. He took the moment to pull the slip off of your body and smirked when your breasts were revealed.

Tom slowly drifted down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites in his wake and when he reached your dripping core, he smirked when he saw that you weren't wearing any panties.

"Naughty girl," he teased you before licking a stripe up your cunt before you could respond and the guttural cry that escaped your lips had his cock twitching in his pants. After that, he focused all his attention on your cunt, suckling, kissing and licking while he listened to your sweet whines and cries.

"T-Tom... I can't... I'm gonna..." you mumbled and Tom looked up at you, smiling at you with your juices dripping down his face. You felt safe with Tom, you knew he would give you lots of pleasure.

Tom was so gentle while also being so amazingly good at tearing you apart, lick by lick. You felt your orgasm approaching and when you felt a finger slowly push inside you, you tipped over the edge. Your walls tightened and throbbed around Tom's finger and he smiled lovingly at you all the while.

Tom gave you a few seconds and he sat up, licking his finger clean as he looked down at you with a small grin, "that is such a beautiful sight to see," he whispered and leant down to kiss you and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips.

After a few minutes, when Tom was sure that you had come down from your high, he returned to your core and smiled at you gently before slipping a finger into you again. You moaned in discomfort before nodding at him to add another and he did, the pleasure increasing once he started moving them in soft and shallow thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming.

His fingers really were the work of Gods, you thought as you felt him speed up the thrusts of his fingers and you screamed as his mouth latched onto your clit, rubbing gentle circles around it with his mouth and you whimpered happily as you felt another orgasm approach. Tom knew the signals, your desperate whimpers and he smiled as he picked up the pace.

You fell apart. Of course you did and it felt amazing. You took deep breaths to steady your heartbeat as Tom remained to lap up your juices for a good few seconds before again sitting up and studying you with a small smile.

"There's my good girl," he whispered gently before pulling out his fingers and kissing you again, your hands moving to unbuckle his belt and pulling down his dress pants and boxers.

The kiss became heated and you reached out, starting to palm him as you kissed and you smiled as he hissed your name on your lips while gently thrusting into your hand. His cock felt so big, you didn't know if it'd fit.

After a few moments, Tom pulled away and kissed between your brows before gently pushing your hand off his cock and taking it in his hand before aligning it to your entrance and gently pushing in. He saw your face contort in pain and he was quick to kiss you again and hold your cheek with his free hand, his thumb caressing your cheek tenderly as he bottomed out.

"I can't lie, this will hurt but I am with you, okay? Every step of the way... I promise," Tom whispered and you nodded.

Tom pulled out until only the tip was inside before thrusting back inside gently and he smiled lovingly at you as he heard your slight whimper of pain overtaken by a moan. Tom knew you were nervous and he understood why so he was quiet and tender.

His movements got faster and the pain between your legs melted into sinful pleasure and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you moaned into his ear, "fuck, that's so- mmmm, so good, Tom."

Encouraged by your moans, his thrusts sped up into an amazing rhythm and he kissed your neck as his cock pistoned in and out of you and he kissed down your throat before latching onto one of your nippled and suckling gently, making you cry out in absolute pleasure.

Tom felt you getting close and he smirked as he realised he was doing this to you, he was making you feel so much pleasure that you would come apart for him. Your mouth fell open and your head fell back against the pillows and you released loud moan after loud moan, your walls getting tighter around his cock.

"I feel you getting close, beloved, cum for me. Cum for me, it's okay," Tom reassured you and his hand fell to your clit, rubbing it gently and circling it in the way that he had quickly come to know you loved.

As if on command, your walls clenched down and you screamed in bliss as your release washed over you and you relaxed against your bed. Tom held your hips and continued fucking you through your orgasm before his hips faltered and he moaned your name loudly as he came and held you close.

When he came down from his high, he gently pulled out of you and smiled, getting off of the bed and heading into the bathroom to grab a damp towel and some creams. Returning to the bedroom with the items, he took the time to wipe away his cum from your core and he smiled lovingly at you as he applied cream too so that you wouldn't feel too sore tomorrow.

When he was done, he climbed into bed with you and you curled into his side, your head resting on his bicep and your hand on his chest as you looked up at him lovingly, "hey, Tom?"

"Hmmm?" Tom mumbled, already half asleep and peaceful.

"Thank you, for being my first..." you mumbled and Tom smiled tiredly before kissing your forehead and running his nails through your hair.

"You're welcome. Goodnight, sweetheart," Tom whispered and you both fell asleep with smiles on your faces.

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